I have always been addicted to reading. For some reason, reading came very naturally to me and I was able to read quickly many grade levels above my actual grade. My family had no money for books. All we had at home was all the WT lit (from the beginning) and a children's set of encyclopedias. I kept reading it over and over bored out of my mind. My mom took us to preschool library every weekday for special programs. Half my life was spent at the library. I cried when I had to go home.
School was constriciting b/c I was such an advanced reader. I voraciously read young adult lit for those going to college. College was euphoric with reading materials. High school had sappy reading. An entire new world opened up. I spend vast sums on books which is so counter to my early training. The wide open world vs. the closet set of JWs triggers me to this day. When I read a book so well-written, a classic, sometimes I still tear up b/c I realize that this joy could easily be not a part of my life.
I no longer have the deep concentration I once had when reading. Books allowed me to escape the WT while I resided at home and my activities were strictly regimented. My family would screech at me to get my attention. My mom always said an atomic bomb would not get my attention. I love other voracious readers, discussing books with them, and getting suggestions for reading from them. How I wish I had such concentration now.
Reading was once my only link with the outside world. Now I frequently read books about events in which I participated in real life. It is nice to have a blend.