There’s a phrase that divides readers:

“Reading a lot of books doesn’t necessarily make you a smarter person; sometimes it just makes you someone who’s better at repeating other people’s ideas.”

Then comes the uncomfortable question:

Why do we read?

To learn to think… or to accumulate knowledge that makes us feel like we’re thinking?

Because someone can have read Dostoevsky, Nietzsche, Orwell, Borges, or Cervantes and still be incapable of questioning their own ideas.

And perhaps the true reader isn’t the one who has read the most books.

It’s the one who, after reading them, dares to change their mind.

🔥 Do you agree, or have we just committed a literary sacrilege?

I’m reading your comments: What book made you radically change your mind about something you previously took for granted?