My love for reading might be a little hard for some people to fully understand, even for people who actually love it just like I do. Naturally those who don’t like it don’t get it because they don’t know what they’re missing. But most of those who share it’s love probably have had it for a very long time that they don’t know what it’s like not to have it. To me it resembles the story in Genesis where man is fascinated by woman after living so much without her and feeling so lonely until he finally meets an equal partner . In fact, it’s very similar to my story, because the day I met reading is the day I got reintroduced to humanity and culture in the flesh.