Essay About Books At Home

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

The living room is dimly lit with the only source of light coming from a small window in the center of the wall. On the white walls there are photographs of the teacher and people that I assume to be his family and friends. As I am standing in room marveling over the pictures the teacher motions for me to sit on the brown cushion couch. I take a seat on the couch, while the teacher sits down on a light brown recliner across from me.

“This is lovely,” I say, and pull off my sandals and sit on the edge of the bed.

The moment arrived. When I opened the doors, I scanned the architectural design of the room. The classroom looked like a mid-size basketball gym. The concrete blocked walls were painted white. The hard-wooded floors complimented two black pianos scattered in different locations of the vicinity.

When I was a younger I don’t remember if I was read to or not, but I read a lot of books. I enjoy reading books because they allow me to reach new heights in my imagination. At my age many kids say that reading is boring and is for losers. I think it’s cool to read and will continue to read throughout my life. I have read many different types of books from fiction to biographies. The longest book I ever read was a book called Dragon Rider by Cornella Funke. It was five hundred and thirty five pages! When it comes to reading I am a superstar! When I’m reading I am able to get a moral lesson from what I read, so it ends up helping me in the long run of my life

Once inside, I sat upon a soft, leathery couch with orange pillows. There are bountiful vibrant posters plastered on the walls, a bubble lamp beside the couch and a swivel chair, which Dr. Johnson pulls up opposite the glass table in front of me. After detecting my uneasiness, Dr. Johnson shook my hand and started rattling off questions.

It takes me a moment to gather my heart and fix my composure before I even notice the interior-every single wall is painted a bright color. Greens, reds, oranges, yellows, no wall is safe. I almost laugh, a major contrast from the cry I choked down at the doorway, and much like this place is from the chameleon job it has on the outside. The all-black desk stands out, the main piece of furniture in the rainbow-like room, as my mom makes her way to it to check in.

Due to the families frequent moving, the family has minimal supports. Work for Rex and Rose Mary is inconsistent and puts a lot of financial strain on the family. Thus, the housing circumstances the children encounter often provide an unstable environment. Moreover, the lack of education the children receive is an issue. At one point, children protective services are brought to speak with the family but there is nothing further. Rose Mary and Jeanette both find comfort and support in their artistic ways. Additionally, Jeanette and Rex have a strong relationship as well as the four siblings.

“What are their names?” asked Rion, smiling down at his tiny new siblings. “You’d picked out only one girl name, but now we have two?”

“I took them off when I started rubbing your feet,” Tattoo smiles as he says it.

Percival chuckled. Those were his girls, a unique combination of fierce and sweet. “Settle down, girls. The ceremony will start any time now.”

My personal sanctuary contains the comfort of a hug when alone. The ornate room looks completed with the sophisticated lace white and ice blue linen lying over the comforting bed. A frame of a memory rests on the stained adjacent glass table. Hanging on the wall, words of wisdom look down onto a spotless surface surrounded with special items. My pristine workspace, lavished by

“That’s it kitten,” Castiel soothed the very red skin, kissing her lower back, as he slid her underwear off her. Then his lips slid to the welts, kissing them softly. Nana panted, but stayed still, his fingers running lightly down her tights making her

I skip down the creaky stairs, my feet making a sort of melody on the old splintering wood. My fingertips brush along the grayish yellow wall

Now days with the rise of digital technology many physical items such as pen and paper are slowly being replaced by computers and smart phones. But is this really a good thing? I read books and of course so do many other people in this class and around the globe. But since the creation of ‘e-readers’ more and more people have been converting to the technology based side of reading. Although technology is slowly becoming more predominant in this era we should not rely on it to always entertain and keep us occupied.