My Love Of Books And Language

Curiosity, undoubtedly, is one of the universal characteristics of a child. The innate desire to explore and understand comes just as naturally as eating and sleeping. For example, I was eager to discover how my mother was able to play such enchanting melodies on the piano. While she methodically pressed each key, I observed as the corresponding hammer struck a set of strings to produce a pleasant sound. My curiosity and the love of music sparked my desire to learn the piano; thus, leading me to learn and ceaselessly play for the past 12 years.

Throughout all of time, literature has played an important role in people’s lives. Books are more than just stories to laugh at, cry with, or fall asleep to, but books can teach. Books can teach a person a simple task such as baking cookies or an extremely complex one such as solving for the derivative of a trigonometric path and its parabolic motion. Whatever the subject, whomever the reader, books can teach people many lessons. One of the most important lessons that a book can teach a reader is a lesson about himself, about the difficulties of life, and about living a good life. As time has passed, so has literature itself. Older books focused on historical events, fictional poetry, and important figures; however, books now have evolved to

When I was younger, the amount of obligations upon me fewer and less likely to affect life in the long term, it was far easier to pursue my passion for fiction. School consumed less time, and the classes were introductions to various principles rather than in depth study. The books contained within the library of my elementary school weren’t great works of literature either. They were simple stories, with simple characters and events, but I loved them anyways. These simple things made sense, a comfort blanket that I simply had to reach into a basket on a shelf to find. When library time rolled around every week, I always managed to find three or four new ones to take home, and then read them all within a day or two. I had never been a particularly athletic child; I had the time and the will to devour as many stories as I possibly could.

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,

Throughout all of time, literature has played an important role in people’s lives. Books are more than just stories to laugh at, cry with, or fall asleep to, but books can teach. Literature

It was rare for me to see my extended family, but I remember always being intent on getting my Aunt Diane’s attention. When I did go to her house, she would envelop me in her arms as I peeked into her tutoring room, stacked with books and bowls of jelly beans and cashews. Ostensibly for students, she would encourage me to steal a handful. Soon, the warmest of interrogations would begin: “What book are you reading?”, a question for which I learned to prepare. We discussed characters who broke her heart—“could you believe how Dorian Gray turned his back on Basil?”—or those she fell in love with—isn’t the first line, ‘Howard Roark laughed’, so enthralling?”. She ingrained in me how books open up new worlds and that “the great reader of literature is destined to become a great reader of life.” With infectious passion and the kindest of smiles, she was the one who encouraged me to read books, and to love

It often happens that literature leaves us pondering over things that happen in our life. It

As a young child, every night before bedtime my mom would always sit down on the living room sofa with my sister and me, reading story after story, until it was really past our bedtime. We read pieces of literature like “Charlotte’s Web”, “The Little House on the Prairie”, “The BFG” and my favorite, “Junie B. Jones”. But at such a young age, I didn’t realize that my mom was reading these fictional stories to teach my sister and me important lessons and morals about life. It is very important to read and understand literature, and not just for reasons of pleasure. Ceridwen Dovey suggests that reading fiction “is a way of treating ourselves better” (2). I believe that by reading pieces of literature, you are becoming a better you, by learning important life lessons and qualities, both desirable and undesirable.

Whether it be the Judy Blume stories of my childhood, the adventures of Ally Condie that have kept me turning pages well into the night, or the entirely mesmerizing romance tales of Stephenie Meyer, reading has always been an essential part of my life. From this love for reading bloomed a passion for writing, which I have developed through recent years. I

“Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!” (Suess 13)I can remember sitting in my bed, repeating that saying to myself, constantly mouthing the words until I dozed off into a deep slumber. The influence of literature affected my daily thoughts, perspective, and memories from even early childhood. From giddily reading the clever rhymes of Dr.Seuss to sitting in the carpool lines relating to the tales of Junie B. Jones, my early exposure to reading and its importance set the tone of its impact throughout my adolescence and transition into adulthood. With my chronological growth, came an array of literature that separated themselves into distinct phases of my life, intertwining the development

Writing has always played a huge role in my life. I’ve been reading writing for as long as I can remember as I have an immense love of reading. This love would grow into a love for writing as well; I still stumble upon journals and writings from my five-year-old self about the happenings in my kindergarten class. As time would go on I would discover academic writing, and how to convey my thoughts on what was the topic of student that particular year or semester in my schooling. Later, writing would become a constant for me, and a comfort; I was known to my friends as always having a journal, and a pen on my person. I learned to write down my feelings and my thoughts, song lyrics that were in my head, reflections for the day. I learned how

Although reading literature when being forced and for educational purposes has withered my once love of reading, I can still vividly remember where my love of reading began. My comfy living room couch holds my

Although I was born in Mississippi, I moved to Florida and lived there for almost half of my life. Florida was a time in my life where life gave me lemons and it gave me lessons that I will forever be grateful for.

Ever since grade school, reading and writing have been forced upon me and many other students. Like some of my peers, I didn't enjoy having to read and write more than twice a day. Despite my long exposure to english and countless and enthusiastic approaches from my teachers, my love for english never grew. Perhaps my dislike for english began when reading and writing was more than a chore rather than a hobby. Since kindergarden, my teachers would read to us everyday until we learned how to read, then we would have to read quietly in class. These class and silent reading sessions were supposed to open our minds and help us explore the world of reading and writing to be more creative but this was not the case with me. My mind was more active during our math and science lessons but we would only have these for about an hour or less. Math and science require logical thinking and most of the time the results are very similar while english and writing are subjective and we can have different opinions on the same subject and still be correct. Personally I am more of a logical thinker than a creative one.

As a young child, my mother I didn’t have time to read to my brother and me. She was a single mother that had to work long hours to support us. Even though most of my early reading encounters were with my grandmother and babysitter my mother made sure we were reading. My grandmother would gather all the grandchildren together and read the bible to us. Before she would start she would say “This is will always be your foundation so remember these words.” Mrs. Shaw was the best babysitter any child could ask for. I appreciate her for introducing me to old school rhythm and blues music. She would read about all the old greats. Mrs. Shaw is the reason I have a passion for music. Now that I am a parent, it gives me great pleasure to read to my kids daily. We read anything that catches their attention. Their favorite books are books with interesting covers. My love for reading has changed over the years. I’m more interested in sports magazines, self-motivation books, autobiographies, and cooking books. New and upcoming authors seem to catch my eyes nowadays. A local author by the name of Dyphia Blount keeps me interested in reading. Her work is exceptional. Most of the books I’m interested in reading are available on Audiobooks, but I am not a big fan of them. I have a difficult time staying focused while listening to Audiobooks.