Speaking for myself, I love a good story. Ever since I was about 4, I’ve been reading. When I was a child up until about high school, I was always awkward. Even if everyone else didn’t think so, I was. For a long time, the majority of my friends were books and the good stories in which I’ve gotten lost.
Self help and books that give you information are great, but there’s nothing like reading a good story. Thank God I had a mom that reads; she passed down that love of reading to me. We’ve been known to trade books or exchange good stories. My grandmother also loves to read. I blame her for my newfound appreciation of Amish romance novels written by Beverly Lewis. In fact, I read so many of her books that I started writing my diaries in like manner (it was ever so amusing).
I recall going to work at one of my many jobs one day, and I came to work only to discover that I no longer had a job. He came in and said “We’re shutting down, could you help put some of this stuff away?” I was a little shocked, but I was actually happy, to be honest. I was free! I skipped home. The next day, besides look for jobs, I had to figure out what to do with myself.
I only came up with one solution: READ.
So I read. I read all kinds of books, but the majority of what I read was fiction. I read books that I had been meaning to read, books with interesting titles… I read children’s books, young adult fiction, adult fiction, food stories, recommendations from friends, and anything that I could get my hands on. I even read books that came in series. It was at this time that I read “The Chronicles of Narnia” for the first time. If only you knew how quickly I went through those books; I know I wore out that path between my house and the library. That’s when you know a book is good; when you rent it out that day, and take it back the next day to get the next book in the series.
Since I didn’t have to work, I did something that I haven’t done since high school; I stayed up late into the night finishing stories. They were just so good, I couldn’t put them down! The only unhappy thing about reading a good book is when you get to the last page.
While I do think it’s good to read self help and other similar books, one should never neglect or underestimate the power of a good story. Even if it’s not fiction, some memoirs are fun to read. Might I suggest “Me, Myself and Bob”? It’s Phil Vischer’s story. He’s the creator of VeggieTales. I also suggest “Memoirs of A Geisha.” I read that book in high school over 10 years ago, and I still remember it. It was an amazing story. So are some of the Holocaust books, like “Alicia, My Story”, and “The Diary of Anne Frank.”
So if you aren’t much of a fiction reader, there are some other options that will keep the pages turning. Read a good book and read plenty of them; they’re an even better escape than cyber space. 🙂