Reading books
I love to have this habit of reading books. It came from my parents and 阿爹. Not only my dad’s curiosity and preaching for books inspired me to follow suit, but my mom’s habit of reading novels to unwind also taught me the fun and relaxing aspect of reading. In the beginning, looking at all those books accumulated in the study of 阿爹, should either intimidate me or awe me. But I remember that’s not what happened. I just viewed it be normal, as the furniture holding that extraordinary collection. I even just nonchalantly added my own kid's books to the shelves. I love it and was lucky to have this kind of environment that I felt reading books are normal and part of life.
There were times, not too long ago, I felt that with all those information easily accessible on the internet, I might not need books. There are all the articles, videos, podcasts, updates on the web that I can get all the knowledge and information I need from them. But I was wrong. Some ideas and stories do not fit into a four-page essay or even a two-hour video. Maybe one can write a series of essays to convey the idea in whole, but to me, without the format of ‘book’ binding them together, I don’t have the patience to go through them one after another. This might be saying something about my mental constraints, but that’s what I have. I still love books, no matter it’s reading physical paper books, e-books on my kindle, digital books on my phone and computer, or listening to audible books. To me, they are still a good vessel to receive ideas and entertainment. I would love to pass that on.
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