Abstract
I cannot remember not reading. At a time before nerd became a category separate from weirdo, books were my childhood escape from small-town reality. In the safe universe between their covers, I was not the odd boy building gadgets that blinked and beeped, but rather hero, explorer, and scientist. Without my books, I would probably have been lost. I now have less time for dreaming. Adulthood brings other joys, though, like reading an inspiring new book written by a friend or colleague.
| Originalsprog | Engelsk |
|---|---|
| Tidsskrift | interactions |
| Vol/bind | 26 |
| Udgave nummer | 4 |
| Sider (fra-til) | 12 |
| Antal sider | 13 |
| ISSN | 1072-5520 |
| DOI | |
| Status | Udgivet - 1 jul. 2019 |
Emneord
- childhood reading
- escapism in literature
- identity formation
- adolescent development
- adult reading habits