Over the past few months, there has been a lot of discussion on social media about the decline in literacy. People are quick to find something to blame: smartphones (short-form video content in particular), video games, etc. I don't want to join the chorus of those voices. Instead, I want to share how I fell in love with reading in my late twenties, because until I was 28, I barely read.
There's a particular flavour of disorientation that hits you the moment the structured education system finally spits you out. For years, you're on rails. You do your GCSEs, you go to college, you hand in your final assignments, and there's always a predetermined Next Step waiting for you.