Reading lets me visit places. Places I’d never gone before. Places I’d never known existed. Reading lets me be someone else, at least for a little while. Lets me meet people who feel like me, that I have something in common with. Reading makes me feel like I belong somewhere. It gives me an identity. The identity of the book nerd and the reader and the bookworm and the avid reader. Because I read I know I belong to this group of people, that I am not alone, not an anomaly, a freak of nature, an accident of a human being that wasn’t made to belong. Because that’s what I feel like most of the time. And I just want to shed that feeling, for as long as I can. I can’t shed it for too long though, my mind doesn’t let me do that. So all I can do is read, and forget myself for a while. Is that so wrong?