Just finished this a few days ago. For the third time! For the third time!! I can’t really tell you how hard it is for a book to keep me revisiting them. When reading this, I kept on salivating as I waited for its revelations on why people don’t really read anymore or why I read much lesser now compared to when I was seven to twelve. Most of the truths were not shocking at all but the fact that someone wrote them on pieces of paper and made them into a book fascinated me in a way; “isn’t it cool that this French writer shared the same thought as me?”. I really recommend this book to people who used to binge reading on weekends before but hardly read one book a year anymore- just to have the pleasure of agreeing or disagreeing with the author on the “whys” reading doesn’t excite them now as before -, to parents on how to introduce reading to their curious young children, to teachers that have to deal with a class of students that constantly and, almost without fail, with unity agrees that reading matters; “Thirty-five essays, one voice: reading matters...” when they are “reluctant reader(s)” themselves.
ps: I have this tendency (which I’m pretty sure I share this with a whole lots of people) of always getting sleepy or having my eyes reading the words but my mind just wanders everywhere when I read. But when I read this one line in this book that said that God knows things because he reads all the books in the world, I couldn’t help it but being awaken at that and said to myself, “God doesn’t need to read. He just knows things 😌.”
"The best books, he perceived, are those that tell you what you know already." - 1984, George Orwell
"The best books, he perceived, are those that tell you what you know already." - 1984, George Orwell
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