My Journey Through Reading And Writing

There are lots of things that contribute into a good reading experience. A few of them being, you have to want to read the book. You also have to pick a good time where you can focus on the book. Also, you need to be able to evaluate every couple of pages to make sure that your understanding what's happening in the story. In the book I read there's this part where he falls in love with the common

I didn’t always enjoy reading and writing.Yes, I know what you’re thinking: what an ignorant. Well, it’s true. My relationship with reading and writing has been an emotional rollercoaster, with soaring highs and disheartening lows.In fact, I started working on essays until I was sixteen. However, by some chance it has led me to where I’m at today, and for that I am most happy.

My journey with reading has been a series of huge ups and and even larger downs. “Ready to read bud?” my dad said as he pulled out the first book of the spiderwick chronicles. It was the biggest book we’d ever read together, and I was intimidated. My journey with reading has been a series of huge ups and and even larger downs. I feel like the lack of flexibility in our school system is mostly responsible for the huge fall. Before I lost my love for reading I really enjoyed it and had a good time doing it.

Despite the growing power and spread of the Internet, there are still some reasons that I often prefer to read books. As a growing adult I have really become more interested in self help books and books that teachers have written that are really connectable to my daily experience within life. I find that this experience in finding these types of books really help me to have great experience with reading and really enjoy reading. The only aspect of reading or bad memory that I can remember about reading is during high school when I was forced to read books that I did not like and did not enjoy. I found that I would not read the book and this made me a “bad” reader within the eyes of the curriculum. After that point in high school I gave up on reading until coming to Denver Colorado where my teachers inspired me with teacher information and reading classes where I really got to establish myself as a reader and a writer.

I will give you some background concerning my great love for reading. Back in the third grade our reading class would always read books independently and take online quizzes that corresponded to the book, I would never take the time to read the book so I always received unpleasant grades for the assignments. When I was younger reading did not interest me by any means, therefore I would always skim over the text or in many instances not read the book at all. I found no enthusiasm in reading mainly because of the stillness and silence that surrounded the activity. I was a kid that had a lot of energy and disliked to be still and focused for reading time.

I started to read at a young age and it never really came that easy to me. I struggled a little bit more with understanding some words and even some questions I couldn’t answer them because when I would read and even till this day I start to read, but I don’t fully pay attention to my reading. It’s not because I don’t like reading I enjoy it. When I was in the fifth grade I joined “Book Club” it was year round and a few times a week. Once I was in the book club I enjoyed reading more and because it was fun either the people or myself taking turns and doing voices for the characters. I kept reading for a few more years and then I stopped for a couple of years. I got back into reading when I was a sophomore and a big part of it was because that

“Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily often helplessly into another’s skin, another voice, another soul,” wrote Joyce Carol Oates.I remember how mesmerized I felt when my mom read to me, especially the sensation I felt as I imagined the soft breeze touching my skin, and the fragrance of its nature overpowering my senses. I love to escape from reality, experiencing the story like I was there. Reading has been a big part of my life, but I have had many obstacles that prevented me from really enjoying the pleasure of reading.

I’ve been an avid reader since an early age. From grades three to about eight, I read almost every night and I read so much that I got in trouble quite a lot for reading. I haven’t read a whole lot in the past few years because there haven’t really been any series that interested me. The Maze Runner series was really good and I read that last year. The last good series before that was the Gone series. In addition to books, I spent, and still do spend, a lot of time on the internet reading about topics that interest me. I’m constantly looking for new books to read. I also really liked the Harry Potter series of books, I read them all in the eighth grade.

Growing up everyone is forced to read. First, children start by being read to by their parents and then slowly over time and learning, read for themselves. Children usually at this point either quit reading all together or continue to endure and learn into classical readings such as: Harry Potter, or The Chronicles of Narnia. Kids who go through school are forced to read to increase their comprehension skills, and the ones who read on their own outside of school as well, usually have an increased score than others. Mostly people who do not read on their own have trouble connecting with the books or reading that they try. They seem to not be able to stay focused on the book, and easily become distracted with other things. Growing up I was a kid like this. I still to this day struggle with not becoming distracted with other things while I am trying to read. I always start with good intentions and then halfway down any certain page, I find myself daydreaming about something random like what I had for dinner the night before. I always had this problem, until now. During this summer literature course I have had a new inspiration for reading. From the first short story we read, The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County, to the last I was surprised how interested I was in the stories. I didn 't find myself daydreaming in the middle of these stories, and instead, I was focused and intrigued on how it would end. Although many stories spoke to me during my time in this class,

It was the night of August second. We pull into the well-lit parking lot of Barnes and Noble. My younger sister and I jump out of the barely parked car and run to the door of our little safe haven. It is the place I love to be, sitting on the carpeted floor in front of shelves of alphabetized young adult novels. As I sit there, I scan the books for the next story I can escape into. A story that will help me shut the rest of the world out for a couple of chapters.

As a child, what I can remember most about reading was that I did not have a natural proclivity to reading at first; but I did enjoy it when my oldest sister would read books to my brother and me. I would always request that if she could read a story before I went to bed, whenever I was staying at her house. She for as long as I could remember has always put an importance on working on work that is mandatory and then having fun after. Also, during my elementary school years, I began to start reading more and more books, like Harry Potter, the Magic Tree House books, and the Series of Unfortunate events, to name a few. I would always lug a couple of books home to read, for when I was finished with homework or the times during class when there was free time (school was a place that I remember reading the most). Sadly, I do not read as many books as I did then, but I am starting to get back into the rhythm of it. For example, I have been reading a slew of different articles weekly, to test my level of patience and willingness to read – school for me, and most my friends, have felt that forced reading diminished the will to read independently. Since school has been a factor in whether I enjoy the work I do, it has changed my feelings of being happy to read or being agitated because I want the information instantaneously, not spend the time to search for it. And that stemmed throughout my childhood and into today. I am gearing up to read new novels from today and possibly

Learning to read is a very important part of everyone’s life that can make or break your future. When I was 3 years old my parents tried to teach me how to read. They bought some books that were for kids and helped me read. My first time reading was pretty bad. There were some words that I could not pronounce like train which i pronounced tachoo and airplane, apane. Constantly reading these books everyday for a few months i learned to read a lot better. I could pronounce the word train and airplane correctly. My parents also did a great job in helping me pronounce the words and I couldn't have done. it by myself. 9 months later I could read pretty good for my age.

Reading has never been one of my strong suits. I remember in the early years of elementary school, I would be assigned to read for a certain amount of time each day—about 15-30 minutes—and I’d do it, because I knew I should, if only for the sake of knowing I really did my work. But reading didn’t interest me as a little kid; it seemed long and boring—I’m sure many relate to this. Over the years—to this day, in fact—I’ve practically only ever read books that were for a class. Of course, now I do have some interest in reading; I realize that I can learn a lot of things by reading, and there are many books in the world that are worth reading. However, I am not an active reader, and because of this, reading has always felt like a chore. Even though reading can be so enjoyable given the right book and an interest in its contents, it’s hard to read—I’m slow at it, the intimidating size of the book turns me off, and I get distracted easily. I think it’s because of my age, because I live in this time when the Internet is fresh and information is everywhere, given in snippets and RGB screens and jump-cuts. I love wasting my time in front of a screen; it’s so easy and relaxing, entertaining. But once procrastination time is over, I’m sitting at my table struggling to keep my head in the printed text. It’s a shame, really.

Early in my childhood, I found my love for reading in the Magic Tree House book series. The sense of adventure was fascinating and for the first time, I genuinely couldn’t put those books down. I tried to read every book in the series and ended up reading some of them several times over. After I tasted adventure for the first time, reading was nothing but fun. As Herbert Lui, a writer of Lifehacker’s Learning department says, “Reading can be extremely rewarding, but forcing yourself to do it can make it a chore”(Lui), and once I read Magic Tree House, that became true for myself as well.

My reading voyage began at an early age and was kick started by my family. My mother and father encouraged me to read as soon as I could do it by myself. However, I am unable to give all the credit to my parents. As soon as I could read I devoured books at a break neck speed whenever I discovered free time. Books evolved into an island of fantasy where I would take my private jet mind to whenever I found myself stressed. My family may have exposed me to reading, but I lovingly drowned myself in a sea of literature as soon as I was able.