I am a huge advocate of reading. I think books are the best gift you can give yourself.
Whether it’s fiction, non fiction, biography, self help, history, poetry or what ever peaks your interest, reading is a gift. It’s something many people take for granted. Did you know that only 84% of the world can read. Just think about that for a moment. The world population is 7,174,611,584 so if only 84% of people aged 15 and up can read that leaves 775 million who can not. This is a big number. This blows my mind.
Could you imagine if you couldn’t read? You wouldn’t be reading this right now.
It’s 2015. How is it that 775 million people can not read (or write)? I understand that there are
cultures out there who have never seen electricity or people other than those who live in their own village. But for those who live in cities and the modern world. How did they slip through the cracks? How is it that as a human society, we’ve let this happen? I know there are many different factors but still, how?
I was pondering over this as I was reading a book to my daughter. Well actually it started before this particular afternoon.
My daughter’s Nanu doesn’t live in the same province as us but he never misses sending her a birthday card filled with love, or a Christmas gift covered with joy. He always sends her a gift card to buy books!
I personally get super excited when we go to the bookstore, I don’t know what it is but it’s such a peaceful, yet exhilarating place. You have no worries, no problems, just books!
My husband and I (as I’m sure you have read) have been going through the adventures of the toddler bed. One thing we find that really helps is reading to Scarlett as she’s laying bed. After her two books that she picks out. We’ll put her in bed. If she still isn’t quite there, we’ll turn off the lights and read to her. I was reading Chicken Soup for the Working Mother’s Soul. My husband was reading science articles to her.
Well I had this brilliant idea. I was going to read her Charlotte’s Web. This was the first book my Mum and I read together (that I remember). We read this book so many times. I can remember falling asleep to the sound of her voice. The book was so well loved and read. I remember tape holding the spine together.
You guessed it. We bought our own copy of Charlotte’s Web. I picked up the book, I remember it being HUGE and would take us forever to get through a chapter. None the less, I showed Scarlett the book. She excitedly yelled, “PIG”. I assumed she was approving the book.
It’s not only important to read out loud but to hear people read to you. Sometimes, my husband will read an interesting article to me as I lay in bed and drift to sleep.
My husband and I picked out some other classics that we loved as kids and felt she would enjoy too, not only to listen to right now but as she grows in to reading independently – King Arthur (which I have never personally read), Alice in Wonderland, and the sequel, Through The Looking Glass and one of my favorites Robin Hood.
It really makes me sad that some people go through their whole life not being able to read. The world would be so small and lonely. I am just grateful that I can read, and my daughter will be able to as well.