When I was growing up, I loved reading. For my eighteenth birthday I received beautifully bound editions of some of my favourite works. Books are amazing.
What has changed is the ‘why’ I read.
As a youngster I chose novels that comforted me and conformed to my worldview. As an adult I’ve chosen mostly non-fiction books that expand my worldview and urge me to think differently. Recent experience made clear that I still chose from a relatively narrow field, aligned with what I wanted to know and not what I needed to see.
Reading to challenge myself is more enriching than merely reading for comfort.