Why I Read
Apparently I’m on this quest to analyze everything I do. The next post will be titled “Why I Breathe.” Won’t that be profound? But I got to thinking about the different reasons for reading. I see two extremes in the approach to reading. The first extreme is to read for purely intellectual reasons. Enter Eustace Scrubb who read books with “pictures of grain elevators or fat foreign children doing exercises in model schools,” as C.S. Lewis said. Eustace was the kind of kid who made himself so dreadfully snobbish everyone who met him had a longing to punch him, or…