Library historian Dr. Weigand (2016) defends the social and emotional benefits of reading stories, stating: “History of reading scholars have clearly demonstrated the capacity of commonplace stories to stimulate reader imagination, construct community through shared meaning, and demonstrate moral achievement…Readers move into and out of the text, and thus appropriate meaning relevant to their own lives…The act of reading stories becomes dependably pleasurable, empowering, intellectually stimulating, and socially bonding.” I think Dr. Weigand makes a fair case. The act of reading has always been a pleasurable experience for me. My thoughts slow down, and I enter a calm, meditative state. Temporarily releasing my own worries, I immerse myself in a story. Reading new books or settling into the comfort of rereading old favorites both bring forth this zen state of mind. Living vicariously, I laugh at the funny parts, tear up at the sad ones, and sigh at the heartfelt moments. Enjoying this relaxed state of being makes up just one of many benefits my mind absorbs from reading. My imagination, for example, has flourished under the spell of books. Everyday objects suddenly began having stories of their own. A yellow scarf in my hands became a sunbeam plucked out of the sky, woven into a cape of eternal warmth and light. Once I became a reader, inspiration for my own stories began blooming everywhere. I started filling notebooks with my own words as readily as I was reading them. I think the benefits of imagination go beyond the captivating worlds we escape into when we read. Imagination isn’t just for fantasy writers; it’s for anyone looking for ways to make the world a little bit better each day. Like a sea sponge, I have soaked up life advice from reading. Reading stories has taught me that if I’m going to write love letters To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, I shouldn’t address the envelopes (or maybe I should?). On a more serious note, reading has taught me how to be a good friend and nurtured my empathy. For me, one of the most powerful social and emotional benefits Weignand touches upon involves feeling connected to a community through shared experiences. Reading has helped me realize that I’m not alone in how I feel about something. As Beth O’Leary’s protagonist in The Flatshare began opening up about the emotionally abusive relationship she had been in, I untangled some of my own feelings from an emotionally abusive relationship I’d left. Elizabeth Acevedo’s With the Fire on High comforted me not only with tasty recipes (who isn’t a stress baker these days?), but with the reassurance that if Emoni can bravely and confidently face the challenges of single motherhood than so can I. To not feel alone in this great human experience gives me a peace of mind that is hard to put into words. Along with fictional characters, reading also links me to people in real life. The bonding my son and I feel as we share a story together and choose just one more (hundredth) book, fills my heart with love and contentment. I delight in feeling part of a community of bibliophiles who enjoy stories together—from Book Riot, Goodreads, fandoms, book clubs, and chatting about books with friends. This gives me all the feels that come when you know you’ve found your people. If you’ve read this far, I hope you feel that way too. Stories really do impact us in powerful ways. So next time you see that screen time report, try to carve a chunk of time out for reading. Your mind may thank you for it.
