Why you should read that book over the summer

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I mean, I guess I have always been a nerd when it came to reading books in school. So for me, reading my summer books was never a difficult task.

Yet, as high school came it got a little harder for me to want to do that homework in the summer instead of doing nothing as I sat next to the pool. It’s great doing that, don’t get me wrong.

I don’t read all the time in the summer, but reading that dreaded summer reading book isn’t as bad as you think it is. Even if you don’t end up writing that essay there are still reasons as to why you should read this summer.

You know those things called movies and TV shows? What if there was a way you could have another version of those. Oh wait you can! It’s called reading!

You can get the same thrill and excitement by reading like you do by watching a movie. Don’t give me the, “Oh, but it’s just not the same.” That just means you aren’t reading the right book then.

Break away from your stupid phone. I know the struggle is real and phones are fun but what happened to spending time where you weren’t clicking and scrolling every two seconds waiting to see something.

If you just read you would have a perfect escape from all the noise of the outside world. Maybe that’s scary to you, but if you give it a shot and try it a few times you might actually enjoy getting to process and think on your own for once.

There is something about reading, whether it’s a summer book for school or one you picked up randomly at the library that is irreplaceable. Please just try reading once this summer. There is something beautiful and fulfilling about it that our world is starting to forget.

Like Clarence Day once said, “The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall; nations perish; civilizations grow old and die out; and, after an era of darkness, new races build others. But in the world of books are volumes that have seen this happen again and again, and yet live on, still young, still as fresh as the day they were written, still telling men’s hearts of the hearts of men centuries dead.”