Why I Read

I read because it is an escape from my own life.

I read to get the fluttery feelings of falling in love over and over again, which is my favorite feeling in the world.

I read to have a good cry.

I read to learn to be a better writer.

I read to learn to be a better reader.

I read, most importantly, to have fun.

I read to learn about how to cope with my own life in ways I never expected.

I don’t read for descriptions (you can call me Hemingway-esque in this way, but I despise long descriptions).

I don’t read to understand grammar or sentence structure or literary allusion.

I don’t read to judge what other people are reading, but when I find someone who likes the same books I do? We’re bound to be friends.

And I don’t think this is a right or wrong list, so why do you read?

PS it’s my birthday today! If you want to give me a present AND you’re a lover of contemporary romance, think about buying my book?

(I continue to promise to not be offended if you don’t read romance novels and don’t want to read it, as long as you promise not to be offended that I am probably not going to read Eragon or anything with a serial killer or a world war at the center of the plot. I would, in fact, prefer you to NOT read it if you don’t like romance, because I want to avoid reactions like one I got that was, “But where are the robots???”)

(Yes. That really happened.)