As an awkward youth, reading was the only tool I was equipped with to avoid awkward social youths. During hard times and boring times, the joy of flicking through cheaply pressed pages cleared away all the rain clouds hanging around, and dragged me into the sunny times inside those fresh smelling bound publications.
Reading had always done so much for me, educate, humor, inspire, intrigue, avoid conversation. So I always thought it was time I should honour reading in some form or another. And so, a trifecta of events came together for this piece. The Billy Blue contest, with which I needed something to enter; The stumbling upon of old encyclopedias, which I could change; and as mentioned before, the feeling to honour reading.
And so I present, Why Reading Comes Alive, a sweet and simple homage to my favourite past time, with thirty two inked and separately cute pieces.