I was a reader long before I even thought that I could be a writer. I used to read a lot. I still do. And I realized that the craving for something to read, which I presumed had already reached unreal levels, has become intense after I started writing.
So why do we read? Why do YOU read? Why do you pick up a certain book? For entertainment, thrill and sheer pleasure. For inspiration. A title that gripped you. An idea that lured you. Or it’s an author you have loved. Or you have had felt that strong need to get lost in the world of words. The idea is that when you want to read, you read. You may justify it with one of those many reasons but you know within that you don’t actually need a reason. It’s like a journey which you can start but not end (voluntarily, at least).
And why does a writer write? More or less for the same reasons. Pleasure, thrill, an idea or a thought that wants to come out on paper. Or again you just want to get lost in words.
Once a reader, always a reader. And to extend this theory: once a writer, always a reader. It just seems natural. I am yet to find somebody who does not comply with this corollary.
P.S. Curious to know what makes to you read or write.