It has become the prevailing opinion that people are not reading books with the same zeal, energy and enthusiasm as in bygone years. They could be right, although I cannot understand how people can live a rich, wise and fruitful life without reading works of the imagination. My own life would be bereft without my dedication to reading.
Books have been my life, both as a writer and a reader. I am well aware that younger generations seemed to have eschewed reading, surrendering instead to the lure of other distractions, of which there are many. I’m not sure this is true and I do not explore statistical analysis to prove the point.
Read more: The Joy of Reading