My Love Of Reading

don’t quite remember when I read my first book. My grandma had been showing me the alphabet and a few words here and there since I was a baby. One day while reading in bed with my parents all the letters and words fused together in my brain and became sentences. By the time I was four years old I was reading books to my preschool class. They would all crowd around me during “storytime” and would hear to my highpitched voice read different books. Pretty soon I was reading chapter books and attempting

read; nevertheless, not everyone grows up to love reading. Fortunately, my love for reading only continued to grow as I grew older. It all began when my parents and grandmother would read to my brother and I at bedtime, and expanding over time. Now I read to my own children at bedtime, helping them find their own stories to love. Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What Do You Hear, had become one of my favorite bedtime stories when my grandmother would read it to my brother and I, when I was a toddler. She would

young, reading has allowed me to break away from reality and enter into my own world. It has filled my dull, rainy days with excitement and adventure. I can remember summer nights where I would stay up all night, struggling to fight off sleep, just to finish a good book. Once I was captivated by the book, there was no way I could put it down without finishing it. I have had multiple people and experiences in my life that pushed me closer and closer to reading. Because of these people, my love for reading

young child, I enjoyed reading because it came so natural to me. I was always able to read and interpret the text I was reading very easily. I enjoyed reading until I entered high school. My elementary and junior high teachers made reading pleasurable and not a chore. They made sure that the books they chose for me matched my personality and my interests in books. My love for reading blossomed tremendously in sixth grade in Mr. Cook’s language arts class. He used the reading aloud technique often

I haven always loved the things I love now. But one thing I can always remember is that my mother has always been a reader. Ever since I can remember, my mother has always had a book with her wherever she went. Well, when I went into the first grade, my mother was so excited for me to learn how to read. She wanted to show me the wonderful world of books and where they could take me. The only problem was that I hated reading. I had started to learn how to read in the first week of school and I couldn't

I love the fact that I belong to two different cultures, Mexican and American, and I enjoy reading books. The thought that these two completely different loves of mine would conflict with one another never crossed my mind, however they did. My beautiful Hispanic culture taught me how to say one word in two different languages, but it also made it difficult for me to pronounce certain words correctly or fully comprehend the reading. As a result, this confliction between culture and reading led me

Growing up reading and writing has always been a strength for me. I loved to read and I have always been intrigued by writing poems, short stories, and even my own songs. I remember being the only one in my neighborhood inside because I wanted to read instead of playing outside all day. Reading has opened my mind and imagination to see things in a more creative light. Regardless of your situation in life, reading can give you an escape from the realities we face every day. I remember coming home

I believe there was a time where everyone loved to read, but over time the passion died down. Growing up I loved to read, I can still recall my first book “the Big Red Barn”. The overwhelming joy from reading about cute animals, and the rhyming got me so excited to read. Once I began to understand what I was actually reading, I just could not stop reading. Books to me was like watching a TV show that incorporates your ideals and your imagination. You can start or pause whenever you deem necessary

Reading is an essential part of life and is the cornerstone of learning. Without it, you wouldn't be anything in life. Reading is one of the most valued commodities on earth. However, most people don't value reading as much as others do. When I was younger, reading was something that I valued, but the older I got the less I valued it. The library was the place that started my love for reading. Being able to pick out of a wide variety books was what had me very excited. Rows upon rows of books

Reading has always been a way for me to explore a new and different world, whether I’m reading about a girl who lives in a county ruled by an evil and corrupt government or a man taking care of a hotel over the winter. Reading allows me to put myself into the story and create new memories as if I were living them. Growing up reading was never strongly enforced, but it was also never frowned upon either. I always saw my family members sharing, recommending, and gifting books to each other. Perhaps