“A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop on board, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.” – Khaled Hosseini, And the mountains echoed
I wrote this quote down a while ago while I was on a train. It struck something with me and I didn’t want to forget it, hence the note. It seemed suitable for today’s post – one about the love for stories, adventures and mysteries put down on paper, just waiting for someone to open a book and make them come alive.
As long as I can remember, I have loved reading. I remember that when I was younger, I used to read literally everything that fell into my hands and there weren’t many books in my local library that I hadn’t read at least once. On weekends or holidays, it wasn’t unusual that I would finish a book every or every other day. My mum sometimes told me off for reading too much because there were days when I’d hardly come out of my room. So while other parents were struggling to get their children to read something that wasn’t a comic book, I would go to the library twice a week to fuel my habit. Once, I walked into a parked car on my way home because I already had my nose in a book.
However, when I got to 9th grade, I suddenly stopped reading. School took more time and we read lots of different (sometimes awful) books in class which just left me with absolutely no desire to read at home, especially when I knew that I should be reading the books from school. This lasted for four years. The week after my graduation, I walked into a book shop, in my hands book vouchers that I had been given from various people. I left with six brand new books, some that I had been wanting to read for quite a while and of some I just liked the cover. I restored my love for reading that summer and I have been loving it ever since.
Now, I hardly leave the house without a book in my bag. I even go to the extent of getting up 10 minutes earlier in the morning, that way I have just about enough time to eat breakfast at home so that I don’t waste precious minutes in the train during which I could be reading. I admit, I must sound a bit crazy. But I know for a fact that I’m one of many book-lovers out there and at least they will understand.
At the moment I am reading The Mime Order by Samantha Shannon. It’s the sequel to her first novel, The Bone Season and let me tell you, they both are absolutely amazing! Two of the best books I have read in a long time and as I said: I read a lot of books. The author has announced the there will be 5 more book coming out, the plan is to publish a new one every year. On one hand, that means there will be a lot of waiting for new books but on the other hand, it means that the story will be a part in my life, no matter how small and seemingly insignificant, for at least the next five years. That thought to me is weirdly comforting.
I also think that I like writing because I love reading so much – the two can’t really be separated. Just think about the endless possibilities of letters, words, sentences… It’s hard to grasp what kind of potential they hold.
And because I don’t want to get into a long speech about the power of words, I will leave it at that and go back to reading my book.