There’s something undeniably comforting about getting lost in a good book. While I’ve always considered myself an avid reader, it wasn’t until a recent period of illness and rest that I truly rediscovered the joy of reading. When you’re unwell, the world slows down, and in the stillness, books offer not just a form of escape, but also a source of relaxation and mental stimulation. 

I’ve primarily shifted to using my Kindle over the years, simply because it’s convenient and portable. But being gifted a physical book recently reminded me of the tangible delight that comes with holding a book in your hands—the feel of the pages, the smell of the paper, and the satisfying sound of each page turning. There’s a different kind of magic in a printed book, one that connects us with the simplicity of storytelling. 

While reading fiction allows us to immerse ourselves in another world, non-fiction stimulates our minds in different ways. The science behind reading is fascinating. Studies show that reading fiction can improve empathy, as it lets us experience the emotions and perspectives of different characters. It’s like a workout for our brain, enhancing our ability to understand others and ourselves. Non-fiction, on the other hand, offers knowledge and mental engagement, giving us new information and helping us think critically about the world. 

Reading has always been more than just a hobby for me. From a young age, I devoured books, and as I think back on my childhood, the Laura Ingalls Wilder series stands out as a personal favourite. Those stories filled my childhood with adventure, and much to my children’s despair, I couldn’t help but introduce them to the Little House books too. They may have rolled their eyes, but I’d like to think I passed on the gift of reading to them in some way. 

Being married to an author, books are naturally a significant part of my life. However, it’s easy to take the simple joy of reading for granted. We live in a world where content is constantly streaming from every device, and books sometimes feel like a forgotten treasure. But there’s a deep satisfaction that comes from sitting outside on a sunny Perth afternoon, a gentle breeze brushing past, and being completely absorbed in a story. In moments like these, it feels like everything falls into place. 

Reading has long been known to bring immense benefits to our wellbeing. It can reduce stress, improve focus, and even help us sleep better. More than that, it offers us moments of reflection and peace. During my recent rest, I found that books became a gentle companion, a way to relax and unwind without the constant bombardment of screens and distractions. 

For me, rediscovering the joy of reading was like reconnecting with an old friend. It reminded me of the beauty in taking time out, letting your mind wander, and allowing yourself to get lost in the pages of a book. In a world that often feels fast paced and overwhelming, there’s something truly special about the quiet, immersive joy that reading offers. And sometimes, the simplest pleasures are the best way to live.