My Love Of Books

Reading, the word many children dread to hear, and I happened to be one of those children. Reading to me was a boring activity, and I never seemed to understand why everyone enjoyed it so much. People would always tell me to try to envision a story; only one that I could see. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried to envision a story, I could never see it. I assumed you had to be very dexterous to be able to imagine something so spectacular. With that being said, I always viewed reading as a detriment for myself. Recently I stumbled upon a quote by Edwin Wilson “No two persons ever read the same book”. If I heard that quote many years ago I would have never understood it, but now I seem to live by it.

One of my favorite and earliest memories of reading, is when my mom used to read to my little brother and I before bedtime when we were very young. My absolute favorite was Bears in the Night by Stan and Jan Bernstein. Eventually when I got older, a book a night was not satisfying me. Soon I read all the books on the book shelf. Spending hours in my room reading was my idea of “fun”. Going back to elementary school, I would check out about

When I was little, I loved to have my parents read to me all the time. At first, I didn’t learn to read because I didn’t want to read the “Learn to Read” books and preferred for my parents to read to me. I remember sitting with my Dad and following along while he read Harry Potter aloud to me and traced the words with his finger. Then we started to take turns reading aloud. I started to read more and more by myself after I was able to read the first chapter of Harry Potter (with a little bit of help). Then I worked my way through the rest of the book. I loved how reading let you explore new worlds and different points of view.

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

Ever since I was in elementary school, I was never able to grasp what I was reading. It was always a chore and I would speed through it or avoid it entirely. The extra help I received was meant to help me provoke, my eventual, love for reading, but at the time only made me feel as though I wasn't smart enough to read what everyone else my age could. While most kids would push themselves to read books like Harry Potter, I was the kid who was still reading the Magic Treehouse series. It was through the assistance of my parents encouraging me to read 30 minutes every night that caused me to love reading and become the reader I am today.

“Literacy is a bridge from misery to hope.” -Kofi Annan. Literacy in my family tree will never be brought back to scholars or philosophers infact Many in my family have not seeked and further education and many have not even finished high school.my love for literacy has been placed into my heart by my sister.As a child my sister has always handed me book after book each one with a smile on her face.

From elementary school to high school the interest of reading didn’t change much. In elementary school the only books I liked to read were the ones with a lot of pictures in it. Trying to read when I was younger was like pulling teeth. I never wanted to do it. When I got to middle school and high school, I had to force myself to read. A couple of books I did enjoy reading were “Night” by Elie Wiesel and “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald. The reason why I enjoyed reading these books was because both authors put a lot of details in their stories. These stories helped my mind to capture the image of the characters’ lives and what they have experienced.

It was called the Kindle. By this point, I wanted to read every book I could get my hands on. Eventually, I did not have enough space in my room to keep all of my books. The jet black Kindle that I received for my birthday gave me an electronic way to easily store and transport all of my books. At this age, I had been reading chapter books for a few years now, but I wished to expand my horizons. I wanted to read the complex books that I saw my older friends and cousins with, and the Kindle gave me an easy way to store these larger books. Ergo, the first book I got on my Kindle was a large novel called Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone. This book opened me up to a new type of reading experience, reading a series of books. At night and during meals, I would sit with my Kindle and read continuously. Sometimes, my parents would ask me to wash the dishes or do the laundry, and I would not hear them due to my total immersion in the novel. In one instance, I stayed awake until around 11:30 p.m. because I could not bear to stop turning the pages of the novel. All in all, reading a series of books for the first time assisted me in connecting with characters of novels in ways that I had never thought possible. Reading a series of novels like Harry Potter gave me the opportunity to immerse myself into a new and exciting world like never

Some of my earliest memories about reading are when I was in Kindergarten my mom and I would read Dr. Seuss picture books before bedtime. My favorite one was the “One Fish Two Fish” and I always wanted to read it. Later on we stopped reading books and I fell behind on the reading curve for school. I began to dislike reading and I only did it when I had to, I never read on my own. No matter what my mom did to try and get me to read more it never worked

I learned to read before I started Kindergarten, by using a Teach-Me-Reader and listening to my mother reading to me from infancy. The Teach-Me-Reader was a toy produced in the late 1980’s by Playskool and it was developed in collaboration between Playskool and reading specialists. It was described on the box as being “ the first electronic teacher with a voice that ‘reads out’ each work your child touches on the page.” I loved it and I can remember spending hours reading the stories over and over before I started school.

There was a quote on the doorway in my high school library by George R.R. Martin from his book A Dance with Dragons; “a reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. A man who never reads lives one.” I never quite grasped the truth within this quote, until I came across Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James. Reading this book granted me an escape from my reality and my responsibilities. It allowed me to feel emotions that I never allowed myself to feel on a daily basis and it inspired my love of reading. The book couldn’t have come at a better time in my life.

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

When I was young I had many memories of reading, From when I was a newborn till almost 10 years old, every night my mommy would read at least 2 picture books. Some of my favorite books were The 14 Bears Summer and Winter because I enjoyed all the cute illustrations of baby bears and their treehouse homes, and some Mother Goose Rhymes because I liked the rhymes and silliness of the beat. Also, when I was 4-7 years old I loved the book Brown Bear Barney because the girl in the story has adventures with Brown Bear Barney and she always gets reunited with him, I could relate to this because I was attached to my stuffed animal. A trouble I had learning to read was not being interested

As a baby, and later as a toddler, my parents made a point to begin my education in literacy, my mother especially. She made a point to read to me nearly every day, and we frequented the library. As a toddler I loved to listen to books written or illustrated by Eric Carle, like Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? and The Very Hungry Caterpillar. After I grew tired of these, we moved on to books such as Goodnight Moon and The Giving Tree. Throughout this whole time period, my parents, and to some extent Sesame Street, taught me letters, and I learned to read, mostly through exposure. When I first began reading on my own, my parents could not tell whether or not I was reading or had merely memorized the words to my favorite books. In the end, my reading

For as long as I can remember, I loved to read. There was never a distinct moment that clicked. Never did I see reading as a requirement; more so a desire. My desire to read paved the way for my need to tell my own stories. Aside from the stories I read, the ones I created brought a sense of satisfaction that I could never find elsewhere. My love for reading and writing is like the need for one to consume food and liquids to keep their body both nourished and hydrated. It’s a necessity! When I read or wrote, I craved peace and the need to escape into the world of endless possibilities. A place I can venture with no responsibilities and no worries. As I got older, my need to open a book and read, or write a story came natural. I was free!