The New Yorker article about whether reading can make you happier was pretty interesting. I used to love to read a lot and there are still books that I remember resonating with me very clearly. In high school when I was going through a very tough time I remember reading a lot of Sarah Dessen books which were all about other high school girls who encountered issues like abuse, neglectful parents, sexual assault, depression, and things like that. All of these teenage girls ended up finding strength and hope in their friends and sometimes family and becoming better versions of themselves in the end. I remember some of these books so well because of how much they kept me occupied on the idea of better which was what I really needed at that time.
Right now, with how much work I have to do consistently and my own person issues I don't read a lot of fiction. I read a lot of theory and articles for class but I doubt they have the same kind of benefits. Reading about Franz Boas's critique of the comparative method probably won't cure my depression but at the same time my depression really keeps me from feeling up to reading much. And any time I do try to read I always find myself distracted and disinterested. I don't know if I can find that reading spark that got me through high school but I think it's worth another try if I can just get myself interested in something.
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