If you’re new to my blog, I have an academic background in English language and literature. If you’ve been following my blog to any extent, you’re likely aware of this, so I apologize for the redundancy.
I’ve loved reading for as long as I can recall, but despite my passion for it, I was not always so interested in the idea of reading books. It wasn’t until I stole my sister’s copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and catapulted myself head-first into the realm of Harry Potter that I realized how fucking awesome reading can be. To this day, I credit the Harry Potter books as the reasoning behind why I pursued English in university, and I consider them my reading niche.
There are plenty of people who are not fans of reading, and anytime I encounter someone who relates to this dislike, I cannot, for the life of me, fathom why. However, I have come to determine one defining cause perpetuating their dislike – they haven’t yet found their reading niche, and therefore consider reading a chore as opposed to something fun and enjoyable.
My use of the terminology ‘reading niche’ refers to finding what genre of books gets you going. For me, it’s fantasy and horror. For someone else, it might be romance. Or history. Or autobiographies. Or science fiction. Whatever yours is, figure it out and go wild.
There is a small chance that despite deducing what your reading niche is, you still despise reading, and in that case, I don’t really know what to say or tell you other than I pity you, and I mean that in the most sincere manner possible. Identifying one’s reading niche is a joyous occasion, in my opinion, as is reading text that falls into your reading niche categorization. Reading is like having the opportunity to immerse ourselves in an alternate reality, and I think it’s pretty damn cool.
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