Escapism is the perfect word.
I found my love of reading the hard way. I was a rotten teenager and spent a lot, and I mean A LOT of time grounded.
When I couldn't watch TV, or even listen to the radio, I had to find a way out of my bedroom. Since I started reading, I have been:
A revolutionary war soldier (American and British) thanks to K. Roberts,
A Hobbit/troll/elf and wizard thanks to Tolkien,
A crew-member on the Enterprise thanks to a host of authors,
A monk in Medieval England thanks to E. Peters,
A detective in ancient Rome thanks to S. Saylor and L. Davis...
I have had conversations with John Adams thanks to D. McCullough,
I even got to do some deeper thinking about things thanks to Orwell, Salinger, Capote and Dante, just to name a few.
I have seen the Fattest Twins on their motorbikes, thanks to the Guinness Records people,
I have seen knights and dragons, space ships and aliens, Countries and continents half the world away!
I have read the "True Words" of at least 2 different Gods.
Thanks to an illustrated "how to do anything" book from Readers Digest, I learned how to tie a Windsor knot in a neck tie and make the ultimate paper airplane.
I could go on forever...the point is I have new and different ideas that I learned from books, I have knowledge (and power) that came to me only because I chose to read. I know I am a better person from reading books, and that is the real reason I love to read.