I looked through my want to read list on Goodreads yesterday and it surprised me how many books there were (401, when did this happen?), but also how many books I wished I had at home to be able to read right now.
This reading hunger gets bigger and bigger. I’m reading a lot this year and I still have this need to read more. Like I need to fill myself with stories. Like I need those worlds to feel better, to exist fully.
It feels like addiction, but also like the most basic need. It feel the same like eating and drinking. I need reading to survive.
I wish someone would pay me to read and talk about books. My life would be perfect then.
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