Someone asked me today why I read, I didn’t have an answer for them then, but I do now. I read because I can, I may not be able to travel the world, but for the few hours I’m lost in that book, I’ve been taken to London, Paris, Madrid, Beijing, Bangkok, Tokyo, Morocco, India, Rome, Rio de Janeiro, and places out of this world. For those few hours I have lived another life, and while you may only live once, I have lived a thousand times over through all the characters I hold close to my heart. Life is a book, and those who do not read never leave the first page. I read because I can, in other countries, girls don’t learn how to read, I have this extraordinary gift, and if I don’t use it I snub all the girls who don’t have this gift. The question isn’t why read, it’s why not read.