Reading is sexy
For my birthday, my aunt sent me a pin. It’s yellow and has a bespectacled girl who’s kind of nerdy, scandalously taking off her glasses. Underneath, it says reading is sexy.
Kind of like this.
I recently put this pin on my backpack and have been receiving a lot of comments about it. I thought it was really funny, and people seem to be agreeing with me.
However, this pin also holds a certain sentimental value.
When I was younger, I read. I read a lot. I would go through a book a week, sometimes more. There was never a time when I wasn’t in the middle of some sort of reading material. All types of genres and stories, fiction and nonfiction.
But, like all students at Uni, I ran out of time. Between school work, sports, etc., I no longer have time to read. I go through a book a year, if I am lucky. I have been “reading” Jane Austen’s “Sense and Sensibility” since November. I am still in the middle of “Memoirs of a Geisha,” and the first page of “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man” by James Joyce was enticing, but I have yet to get further.
Not to mention the huge list of books that I want to read. There are probably 20 books at any given point that I am “planning” to read. Right now there is “Catch 22,” anything by Kurt Vonnegut, “In Cold Blood,” “Everything Is Illuminated,” “Fight Club,” and “The Great Gatsby,” to name a few.
It’s really sad that no one has time to read anymore. Reading is really important. Not only is it “sexy,” like my pin says. But it develops vocabulary, teaches you valuable things, and it is just fun. It transports you to new worlds. It is a really cliché thing to say, but reading is an adventure. And it is an adventure that we are all missing out on.
— Sarah Pfander