This is a great question. I can't wait to see other people's responses. I've always read a lot. Like... a lot. I was the kid who stopped in at the school library EVERY DAY to exchange books. I was the kid parents tried to avoid the bookstore with because I wanted EVERY BOOK. And even now, I'm the tenant that drives the building manager crazy because I get packages from Amazon at least once a week (and that's not even counting my kindle... I really should start heading back to the library).
Lately I've been thinking about how important reading has been in my life (mostly because of the whole YAsave hashtag on twitter). I won't go into too much detail because I try to keep this blog fun and light, but fifth grade was one of the hardest years of my life. Looking back, books are what got me through. Escaping to some far off land was a way to escape the hell that was my life, but it was more than just escapism. Books were my own personal It Gets Better project. They showed me that I wasn't alone and that my situation wouldn't last forever. They showed me that there is so much more to life that what I was experiencing.Realizing reading was my passion was something I always knew, but understanding how important it is in my life is more recent.