The Book Thief - JM

Why don’t I read anymore?

I used to look forward to sitting in bed and letting my mind escape. I used to love that.

I used to imagine myself as the protagonist. I used to fall in love with the characters.

I used to.

Why don’t I read anymore?

I tell myself it’s because of electronics, because I’m tired, because I can’t find a new book. I tell myself I’ll miss out on something if I put my phone down, I tell myself there’s more important things, I tell myself to be in the moment. To look around.

I tell myself.

Why don’t I read anymore?

Maybe I got lost in my mid twenties and let the world consume me. Maybe I let angst and fear consume me. Or maybe I just became lazy. Maybe.

I yearn to return to the day I finished ‘The Book Thief’, staring out the window and just lost in time, thinking. Thinking about everything and nothing.

Now I’m thinking about being there in that exact moment. I need that.

Here I am years later knowing I’ve stolen away moments just like that. A thief of my own possible memories. A thief of moments. A book thief.

Why don’t I read anymore?

Pick up a book.

“Read the book. Smile at it.“ - Markus Zusak - The Book Thief

- Jacob