I cannot imagine a life without books, or the modern take on books…my trusty kindle. When we sit down with our books the world around us fades away. We are pulled into another time and place, where our imagination turns the ordinary into the extraordinary.
As a child we are taught that trolls live under bridges waiting to gobble up unwary travellers, we are taught that a frog can be turned into a prince with a kiss, and we are taught that the ugly monster under our bed may want nothing more than to borrow our book.
As an adult our taste can shift away from the fantastical, and we seek something much more diverse from the books we read. We can enjoy anything from a biography that lets us see through the lens of a real persons life, to a fantasy novel not so different from some of the stories we enjoyed as a child.
The books we read can make us laugh or cry. They can shock us, or surprise us. They can take us for a wild ride.
In the world without imagination, there are no monsters under our bed. I guess some people prefer that simple, unfettered life.
But I’m planning to spend a lot more time, in a place where even monsters read.