Moving begins…thoughts on books.
I started packing up for my move across country a few weeks ago, and I’m struck by how many books I have that I don’t read. At some point in my childhood, I started associating owning books with intellect and being an adult. Having a bookshelf filled with books of my choosing means I’m in charge of my own living space. I think that’s healthy enough, I just need to drastically reduce the number of books I have.
Apart from that, I think having books around makes me feel safe emotionally. I was very easily overwhelmed emotionally and overstimulated as a child (ADHD is a lifelong thing, even if you aren’t diagnosed), and books were my way to drown out the world and to be able to safely experience emotions. A character may be going through the highest of highs or the lowest of lows, but I can set the book down and process. Knowing that when I’m a rough patch, I can pick up a loved book and live someone else’s life for a while is really comforting. Old friends and all that.
man. it was so weird for me growing up. I looked up to you and Olivia and i know you guys had this view of books and i think it rubbed off on me. but i found it so hard to read. i remember in grade/middle school checking out this book (the White Stag, i still remember the name and the cover) from the school library over and over and over again. the librarian was like “you really love this book, huh?”. i was too embarrassed to tell her that i had never finished it and had to start over every time i got it.
I felt less intelligent than you guys because i couldn’t read as many books or read them as fast as you.
looking back, that’s probably why i got into manga so intensely- comic books and graphic novels were (and still are) much easier for me to read.