My Experience Of Reading : My Passion For Reading

In summary, I felt as if I changed after the fourth grade. Like video games, I could be in a fantasy and pretend I was actually in the hero’s position. I could be a part of a story. This contest of literacy competition started a passion of reading books for me. Now that I’m older if I ever want to escape the real world after having a long hard stressful day all I have to do is crack open a book a let the adventure begin. Even though my teacher never followed through on her promise of a prize I was rewarded with something so much more Important, a burning passion for

Honestly, the main reason I picked it up was because I thought the cover art was pretty cool. That book was the catalyst of my reading obsession as a young child. I fell in love with the idea that books could take me into a whole other world. I read almost everything I could get my hands on, especially fiction series. Due to how fast and often I read, I would visit the school library about three times a day. I spent countless with my nose in a book, whether it was at home, school, in the car, wherever. It was my favorite activity for a very, very long time, that is until I got to high

“Superman and Me” by Sherman Alexie first appeared in “The Most Wonderful Books: Writers on Discovering the pleasures of Reading.” Sherman Alexie is a well-known Native American writer that publishes short stories, novels, and poetry. Out of the three narratives, I found myself connect with this story more than the others. Alexie tells us about his childhood as an Indian boy that grew up on the Reservation. His father was a big reader so as a kid he’s always had an interest in books and eventually it became a passion. As he advanced in reading at an early age, peers would have difficulty with the content that he’s already achieved. Other kids would frown upon him because it was out of the ordinary for an Indian to be smart. Children on the Reservation were expected to be unsuccessful, but Alexie refused to let himself fail. Throughout his obstacles in life, he ended up becoming a writer and now, visits the Reservation to make sure children get as much education as possible. Reading saved his life and he believed it could save theirs as well. Sherman Alexie uses multiple techniques throughout his narrative to inform the audience about how he saved his life through literacy by tieing in his personal perspectives.

As a reader and writer I always faced given assignments with the intent of doing exceptional jobs and take a sense of pride in my work to complete my tasks. As a reader, I will bore myself through out an entire book and realize I didn 't understand a single thing. Although as a writer, I can go on for so long losing myself on a topic because it feels more interactive. Reflecting on my experiences as a reader and writer have been very bold, I never really found a joy or an interest to become the exceptional student who stands out amongst others because, I always felt ok with myself and my results with the way I did things.

My passion for reading began the summer before junior high, the English class I would be taking had a required summer reading list. I had no desire to read “boring books” over the summer and summarize them. Fortunately, my parents made me read the first book and I was hooked. Consequently, I became obsessed (in a positive way) with this unbelievable adventure; “The Hatchet” by Gary Paulsen; transported me to the wilderness that summer and sparked my love for reading. From that moment on reading became my favorite pastime. Literature expanded my world beyond the Rio Grande Valley I visited the “Island of the Blue Dolphins”, and decided I needed dogs with “Where the Red Fern Grows”. I have several beloved books that I never get tired of reading,

During our recent winter break, I started reading as many novels, novellas, and biographies that piqued my interest. Once I sat down, curled up on the couch, I would start a story and wouldn’t stop reading until I was done, whether the book was 80 pages or 573 pages. Even if the book was horrible, I would still finish what I started. Although I’m concentrating on college and succeeding, I’m falling in love with reading again. Just during our winter break, I read over fifty novels, biographies, and novellas ranging from science fiction, paranormal romance, history, and classical horror

I viewed reading as a chore, was often unenthused, and would mostly annotate on the overarching themes without gathering any meaning from them. Books were merely a series of words printed on paper. This school year, however, I began to understand the allure reading has to offer. I have grown to appreciate reading and the insights a book can offer. When reading our numerous texts, I was able to live vicariously through the characters of the books and relate aspects of their lives to my own. Because all of the books from English I pertain to coming of age, I was able to not only learn about maturation as a process, but understand how it pertains to my own life. Through protagonists such as Holden Caulfield from The Catcher in the Rye or Esperanza from The House on Mango Street, I learned about my “misguided desire to preserve childhood innocence” and to empower feminism similar to Holden and Esperanza respectively (Heart of Gold, Raghuram). Gradually, I have finally developed the ability to relate to novels and its characters amidst writing my own story.Whether it be thematic elements or the details of a case I am working on, I have become more observant to even the most trivial details. Now when I read, I not only look at the themes, motifs, and symbols, but also repeated phrases or situations that parallel each others as well as the symbolic meaning behind some ambiguous phrases or scenes. Reading now, in contrast to last summer, is a

George R. R. Martin once proclaimed, “A reader lives a thousand lives”, which means that I have lived more than my terse eighteen years on this earth. From my parents reading me the classic Goodnight Moon every night, to my three-year-old self loving If You Give a Mouse a Cookie and Chrysanthemum (which I strongly felt was written after me), I had an exemplary start when it came to the world of literature. From this introduction, I continued to immerse myself in books while other kids’ interest in books faltered once the pages were no longer filled with pretty pictures and enormous letters. My love and fascination, however, only grew stronger over time and as my skills advanced, I started to go through books so fast that I needed to buy five at a time in order to keep myself entertained by their stories. I have enjoyed my

Even today when browsing for an interesting read I would always be taken away by some captivating picture of an article. However, the more I read the better I became at understanding and visualizing a narrative. This piloted me towards thicker books where stories were more enjoyable and longer.I was in my school’s book club. We had to read three selected books and compete with another school’s club to discern which team understood the books to a greater extent. It was quite embarrassing because I didn’t answer any of the questions right about the books even though I’ve read it. This led me to realize that books were more than just a mere combination of words. This was when writing and reading became difficult for me. I was abruptly introduced to the literary elements of plot, theme, and tone of literature. The more I knew the more I would have to learn. This is something I would come to understand as I was presented figurative language, irony, and foreshadowing. These being literary techniques brought me closer to the understanding of my own literary

I’ve been reading as long as I can remember. The person who taught me how to read was my mother, I remember her making sure I knew how to read and write my name before I started preschool. After that point, I would read anything I could get my hands on that was my level. I also wrote, but not as much as I read. Magazines, the backs of cereal boxes, even the little books my mom would buy me. I remember my mom telling me “stop writing in your books, you’ll ruin them,” after that, I made sure to keep a pencil and paper with me in case I felt like I wanted to write.

As a person who enjoys the subject of English, I feel safe to say that I do have a love for reading and writing. Reading helps me escape to another world, and developing a well-written essay is very satisfying. My favorite genres are historical/science fiction, and I’m a fan of dystopian novels. Oddly enough, the wretched societies and brutal experiences within these books cause me to look at life with a better perspective, and it opens my eyes as to of what could be, and what is. My strengths as a reader include my ability to decipher a piece of text, and read quickly enough to complete a book within a couple of days. Contrarily, I find it very difficult to get myself through books which I may not feel a connection with, and that tends to

Today as a reader I think I am standing in a good spot as choosing what book to read. My reading level and pace is usually 20-30 pages each 30 min I read plus the time I read at home. As I am getting older I notice that books and reading are getting a little more challenging than in the elementary school. From the information from my journal entries and reading I think I need to work on paying attention to the main part of the story and not space of and for my journal I want to get a 4 on everyone of my journals so I will become a better reader in the future.

My desire to read is equivalent to housework, you know it has to be done, but you never want to do it. There has to be that one driving force to get it done; that one part of you that screams get your life together and do something right. There have been good and bad moments in reading for everyone, including me. I can honestly say I am very focused while I read the letters my boyfriend sends home from basic training. Other times when I am forced to read an article for work in order to better my abilities, I would say I am less focused and driven to do my best because it is not something that interests me. You know there are better things you could be doing but you’re stuck doing the work. Having to push through to prove to others and yourself that you can do what needs to be done.

I spend the a lot of my time doing extracurriculars, like playing baseball, piano, and skiing. When I do read a book, it entails utter silence or I’ll be lost in foggy thought. My hometown has a main library, along with miniature counterparts in each grade school. When I was younger, I would ride my bike there with my sister and check out books that may have interested me. I looked for books with deeper meaning; themes that I can relate to but delivered in a way that will intrigue me from bookend to bookend. The irony behind this was that I was chasing, searching for a great book, where a great book found me. It was spanked on my desk by my tenth grade English teacher Mrs. Walke. It was about the truth behind boys. It is titled Lord of the Flies. Unlike the boys in this book, who get to run unrestricted, there was no need for running, searching, and exploring in my town, because everything needed to know has already been discovered. It is the digital age, where a device the size of a cassette can replace a pocketwatch, library, boombox, and mail carrier. Most of my reading do occur on my smartphone, skimming through online articles and

The beginning of my interest in reading goes way back, although I don’t have any defining “aha!” moment, where I all of a sudden enjoyed reading books. There were always books around when I was growing up, if I was at my grandparents house it was the books they kept from their youth; classics like Treasure Island or any Hemingway book, the hard covers permanently infused with dust; plenty of History books, particularly World War II history; and the children’s books I always received as presents when I visited. My mom also read a lot, but more modern books, like supernatural or light horror books, nothing too difficult (or scary). I spent a lot of time reading magazines, mostly Video Game (note: spent more time creating stories off the