My Favorite Levels Of Love : The Love Of Reading

Thanks to hours and hours of bedtime stories, I was able to read from the age of 3. In kindergarten I read to my classmates, and by second grade I was reading series like The Boxcar Children and Trixie Belden. Books allowed me to get lost in other worlds full of adventure and excitement. My love for what words can do has extended through high school. I pride myself on my book collection, anything from Hunger Games to The Picture of Dorian Gray. I’ve continued to read all the way through high school, some books four or five times because I love them so much.

As a kid, I was always really shy and spent much of my free time reading books. In 4th grade, the teacher required that each month we read a certain amount of short stories or books and write a summary for each. I always completed the minimum requirement and read plenty extra books. Throughout the year, I always had the most stars next to my name for top reader, not because I wanted to collect as many gold stars as I could, but because I really enjoyed reading. I had my eyes glued to a book even when I was at home. I

During adolescence, I began reading and writing through a fundamental learning program called, "Hooked on Phonics." This program consisted of long hours spent reading short novels and writing

During adolescence, I began reading and writing through a fundamental learning program called, "Hooked on Phonics." This program consisted of long hours spent reading short novels and writing

As a six-month-old baby books had opened up a whole entire new world of experience for me. My inspiration to learn how to read and write was encouraged by my Mother and Grandmother. This is because they read out loud to me before bed occasionally and gave me the best time of my life by introducing me to a library. By two years of age I developed speech and other communication skills. This helped me understand and develop a favorite book, “PJ Funny Bunny,” and I would stare at the pages pretending I was reading them. I would continually pretend to read with other Dr. Seuss books, Smurf pop-up books (I imagined I was a part of these for hours), sniff & scratches, and sensory books. I had just begun

Literature has always been a close personal friend. I've always been surrounded and engrossed with books. One of the first books I ever read was Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. I must've read that book a thousand times when I was little. When I was in preschool my friend and I comically read along to the book. I credit most of my ability to read early on to my elementary's school librarian. I remember vividly in kindergarten our librarian teacher holding a book in her hand showing off the pictures. I was completely enthralled, more so than probably other children in the class. As time went on and I passed from grade to grade, I started to read books from the school's library. Most books I read were about tornadoes. I've always been fascinated with how

Some of my earliest memories of reading and writing took place in preschool. My former teacher, Mrs. Williams always made reading a fun and new experience which helped encourage us to read. I remember always being excited to read a new book as if I were embarking on a new adventure. My mother also encouraged me to read by reading to my brother and I at bedtime. She also gave us plenty of genres to choose from. Even though my dad did not reach much, my mom was very much interested in books about British crime mysteries. My brother, on the other hand, read anime’ comics and video game instruction pamphlets. Although reading has not been my strongest subject, the subject has always been part of my life.

How did I become literate? My earliest and fondest memory of reading was in second grade. Certainly I remember reading time in preschool and kindergarten when we read Brown Bear or the Hungry Caterpillar, but my love for reading came to me in second grade. I was slacking in English class and my parents and teachers didn’t know what to do. So they came up with a plan to put me in an extra reading class that would help me learn and keep up with the other students. I didn’t love the idea at first, but I did it because my parents wanted me to. In this extra reading class they made us read short stories that I thought were very boring. Then we began reading longer stories and eventually we read an entire book. I can’t remember exactly what stories we all read, but eventually I

From a young age, I have had an interest in reading and writing. When my mother found out she was pregnant with me, my sister, Kaitlyn, was four years old. Kaitlyn had just begun reading when she found out she would soon have a baby sister. My sister, eager to share her reading skills, begged my mother if she could read stories to me while I was still in the womb. Once I was born, the story-telling continued. I gravitated towards books at an early age, most likely because my sister was reading by the time I was big enough to hold a book. Reading has always been around me. Bright colors caught my attention as a child. If a book had a colorful cover, I wanted someone to read it to me. When I was three years old, I started learning how to read in my preschool class. While learning to talk, my way of telling someone I wanted or needed something was to point. My mother would tell me, “use your words”. Because my preschool teacher

Early in my life, my literary skills were already being developed. My best teachers were my three older sisters. They loved to teach me words and read to me as much as they could. My mother recalls that I knew the alphabet by age two and by preschool was learning sight words and nursery rhymes. There was a shelf full of hand-me-down books at home that I would flip through countless times, if just to gaze at the pictures. Regardless, my love for reading was not fully realized until I joined public school.

I then started to read out loud to my class when I was in the sixth grade. When I was a freshman in high school, I read my first chapter book called Speak. I fell in love with Speak, which was about this girl named Melinda whose first day of high school was bad because none of her friends would talk to her anymore. They didn’t listen to her whole story; they assumed she was lying about being raped in the summer at a party right before school started. The boyfriend of Melinda’s best friend, Rachel, raped Melinda, and everybody thought Melinda was not telling truth. Finally, Rachel found out Melinda was telling her the truth the whole

I can’t remember a time where I didn’t love reading. My earliest memories are of me learning to read in preschool. The teachers would show us pictures of an item that was a three-letter word such as “cat” or “pig” and then show us the letters that would make up those words. I was always so excited for that time of the day when we learned words. I was never interested in making crafts or playing music I wanted to bypass everything else and go straight to reading lessons. I wanted to know how all the letters came together and made different words. I loved learning how to spell my name. I can remember how I loved the way the capitol A looked and how excited I was that it was the start of my own name. Teachers would tell my parents that I was enjoying

Reading has been one of my favorite hobbies since I was a little child. I grew up as a normal child should grow and eventually I had to start learning for me to fit in society. My literacy started many years ago, after I knew how to talk and communicate with people. Reading my alphabet was quite stressful and I had to be given a hand by my family members. I remember my parents reading with me and it was the most meaningful and memorable way to spend time with me. This is because I liked reading a lot and I was eager to learn so that I could fit in with my older siblings. My favorite books were storybooks taking about adventures and fairytales

From the moment that I was able to read on own, my life completely changed. I lived in the library, once a week my mother drove me there to pick out a slew of books for the upcoming week. The first book that I read on my own was Curious George, I used to read it aloud to my mother every night before I went to bed. Another person whom I share many reading memories with is my older brother, who was a very early reader. We used to burn through books together afterschool. We would switch off reading every page; our favorite read was the magic school book series. In second grade, My favorite class was english, because every week we had “Free Read Fridays”. Every friday the

My personal reading history is like any other. Easy and fun as a small child and when we grow up, all the tough assignments unfold. It starts out when I am little and just getting used to my own room, all by myself. My mom would read me a bedtime story every night. The only thing was that it was special to me. They were Dr. Seuss books. Every night after we finished a book I would dream about them. I would make my story in my sleep. Every morning my mom would find out about my dream. When I went to preschool, I remember my teacher telling me that the more book I read the more brain power I had. In a kid’s mind, I thought that if I got enough brain power I could become some sort of superhero. This seems like a joke now, but reading does help