Because
It Is All We Know
by Emma S.
If the
average bookworm or author had a dime for every time she was asked, “Why do you
read so much?” or “Why do you write?” she could afford to stay home and solely
read, write, or both. Those questions are intertwined; therefore, they should
be addressed simultaneously. One may read to find someone like herself or,
perhaps, because it is just what she does. There is no single answer to why we
read or write; instead, there is an infinite number.
Rainbow
Rowell’s Fangirl is a young adult
novel about a fanfiction writer during her freshman year of college. During the
protagonist Cath’s first day in an advanced creative writing class, the
professor asks her students why they write fiction.
One of the older students, a guy, decided he was game. “To
express ourselves,” he offered.
“Sure,”
Professor Piper said. “Is that why you write?”
The guy
nodded.
“Okay.
Why else?”
“Because
we like the sound of our own voices,” a girl said…
“Yes,” Professor Piper laughed… “That’s why I write,
definitely. That’s why I teach.” They
all laughed with her. “Why else?”
Why do I write? Cath
tried to come up with a profound answer—knowing she wouldn’t speak up, even if
she did.
“To
explore new worlds,” someone said.
“To
explore old ones,” someone else said…
To be somewhere else, Cath
thought.
“So,”
Professor Piper purred. “Maybe to make sense of ourselves?”
“To set
ourselves free,” a girl said.
To get free of ourselves.
“To
show people what it’s like inside our heads,” said a boy…
“To
make people laugh.”
“To get
attention.”
“Because
it’s all we know.”
“Speak for yourself,” the professor said. “I play the piano.
But keep going—I love this. I love it.”
“To stop hearing the voices in our head,”
said the boy in front of Cath…
To stop, Cath thought. To stop being anything or anywhere at all.
“To
leave our mark… To create something that will outlive us.”
The boy
in front of Cath spoke up again: “Asexual reproduction.”
Cath imagined herself at her laptop. She tried to put into
words how it felt, what happened when it was good, when it was working, when
the words were coming out of her before she knew what they were, bubbling up
from her chest, like rhyming, like rapping, like
jump-roping, she thought, jumping just before the rope hit your ankles.
“To
share something true,” another girl said…
Cath
shook her head.
“Why do
we write fiction?” Professor Piper asked.
Cath
looked down at her notebook.
To disappear. (21-23)
Everyone reads or writes
for a different reason. Indeed, there are many answers in that quote from Fangirl alone; however, there are many
more to discuss.
We read
to escape a cruel and unfair world—especially because knowing characters have
problems, as well, is reassuring. We write to create a world of our own
invention where we can escape. So many preteens, teens, and college students
suffer from bullying, anxiety, depression, and a plethora of other problems. If
they can dive into a book and flee our world for even a little while, their
hopes are boosted. If they can write so much that it feels as if a great burden
has been lifted, then the world is a better place.
Two
important facets of reading are to learn and to be entertained. Reading makes
better writers, and writing make better readers. We read because we thirst for
knowledge—whether it be historical, scientific, cultural, psychological, or
something else entirely. Conversely, we write to share that knowledge. We read
to be inspired, which is especially important to a writer, who often composes
to inspire. Additionally, reading provides hours upon hours of enjoyment. Books
are wells of information and entertainment.
We read
and write because words are the breath of life. Language is powerful. In the
mouth of God, they create something out of nothing. In a human mouth, words ignite
wars, love, and friendships. Words can be a spark in a creative person’s mind,
which could lead to the next bestseller, the next top one hundred song, the
next great invention, etc. The possibilities are endless, and they can inspire
and cause feelings in others, which continues the cycle.
We read
to learn how others feel. We read and write to feel something, anything, or
perhaps even to be changed. There are still a vast number of reasons, and it
would take pages to cover them all. But perhaps, all these reasons can be
summed up in two sentences. We read to know we are not alone. We read because
it is all we know.
I agree so much. I know for a fact I get asked those questions a lot. I couldn't have put it better.
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This is awesome and definitely true. <3
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