Why Do We Read Fiction? Why SHOULD We?
I remember being read to, as a child.
I experienced no greater privilege, in my opinion, than that, in my formative years. I remember the voices and the accents my parents took on as they embodied the different characters for me. I remember the utter rapture of being transported through language to a different world and I remember the utter rupture of my heart as I shared in its inhabitants' heartbreak and loss.