Why we read

I was talking with my father the other day and he asked me why I liked to read.
I thought it simple at first but its a pretty deep question.
Why do I like to read?
After thinking a bit I have come to this:
The possibility of a whole world that's accessible simply by understanding words printed onto paper. A world where fairies are real or aliens run amok or shadows come to life. Its a truly amazing thing actually. We all wish magic was accessible to us - that we could create monsters or slay dragons or have adventures. I want to go on a quest, find a new country or meet my doppelganger. I want an exciting life full of adventure. I think we all do. Some part of us understands that we are in a dull routine that ultimately ends with nothing major happening in our life. We try to justify it by work and school and money, but really none of that is truly necessary. If we want adventure nothing should stop us. If I want to travel to Ireland and meet a leprechaun, the only person standing in my way is myself. Well, in my particular case it would be myself and authority figures. But that's why we read. We want to experience something we cannot.
To adventure, to live, to truly DO something.
We want to learn, to investigate, to experience, to journey through the world of characters and imagination.
Books let us adventure off into a imaginary world so we can actually start to experience life.