This passage from Betty Smith’s “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” pretty much explains my love and my need for books. I think I would be so lost without reading and literature.
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading.
She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends.
Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could a read a biography.
On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived. (p.209)