My Love Of Reading

My experience with literature started when I was in the first grade. My first-grade teacher was named Ms. Young. Every Friday, all the teachers would come together to have story time and read the children a book. I would be so excited for story time because I would sit down with my best friends Ashley and Jordan, and we would listen to the teacher that was assigned to read to us. During story time, all the children would gather around in a big circle and the teacher would be in the center in a big brown rocking chair, and read. Over time in the school year, the children would read bigger and longer books like the Junie B. Jones series, chapter books, and the extreme level, which would be the Harry potter series. Sometimes I would fall asleep because the book that was read was very dull. I remember Ms. Young read to us the “Very Hungary Caterpillar”9 by Eric Carle. I loved that book as a child. It had great illustrations of the caterpillar turning into a butterfly. This book made me love reading for the rest of my life. Now in college, I love to read books. I only

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.

    I used to hate reading. That is until 3rd grade. I remember that day trudging into the library searching for a book that looked even remotely interesting. Spotting dust particles from the sunlight filtering through the high windows in my small school library. I remember skimming all the shelves judging every book by its cover. I finally decided on a book called “Katie Kazoo” and sat down in the library and began to read. That year I read all 33 books in the series and finished half of another series. Ever since reading has helped me through my life.

As a kid I used to read a lot and my family use to read to me. Reading was my favorite thing to do, but as I got older I got out the habit of reading. I stopped reading because there were a lot of distractions, such as watching TV, and being on my cell phone all the time. Dr. Seuss once said, “The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more you learn, the more places you’ll go.” I absolutely love that quote it inspires me and motivates me so much. I have so many early reading memories, school reading memories, and some reading obstacles that I have had to overcome, all influencing my current approach to reading.

“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.

I never really enjoyed being told what and when to do something such as reading. I was fighting with my mom that morning and I was needing something to take me away from reality for just a bit. We have read n feeds every Friday in my teacher, Ms. Bartels’s, class. That particular day I didn’t have a book to read because I was flustered that morning and forgot to grab one. I asked my friend, Cyrus, to help me choose a book. He recommended the Magic Tree House Series- adventures to different historical periods that are portrayed in exciting and thrilling novels. These books also led me to have my current love for travel. Most of the pictures I take are out of town and I one day aspire to travel around the world and try cuisines of different countries and engulf myself in that

I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in work—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality … —what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

Taking the time to understand what I was reading gave me a whole new perspective on reading. The historical Magic Tree House series written by award-winning author Mary Pope Osborne caught my attention. The beautifully and exciting written tales kept my love for reading on fire. I was finishing a book within a day because of how excited I was to pick up the next one. I swear this series was the foundation for all the other books I had ever read. I had finally been fascinated by all the new things I was learning and all the imagination I was doing. Reading something that caught my interests defiantly helped with my passion towards reading

“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.

Reading takes you so many different places. From a perfect world to a world where you can’t control your thoughts or the things you do. Sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s scary. You get pulled into the book and now your the kid who keeps reliving the last day of their life over and over again or the kid who is getting sucked into the closet into a new world away from their life at home.

My preferences changed as I grew older. By age eleven, I was reading Young Adult Fiction, which challenged me more than children's novels. The Harry Potter, Maximum Ride, and Lord of the Rings series enthralled me, and I waited desperately for each installment to be released. It was also during this time that I read my family’s collection of classics. The cultures and time periods in books like Austen’s Emma, Lereaux’s

Reading have always been one of my favourite things to do in my free time. After I learnt to read in kindergarden, I fell inlove with books. They’re something more than just a hobby. With them I discovered a whole new world – world full of magic, love, friendships and betrails. And everytime I open a new book there are new characters and new beautiful stories.

For as long as I can remember I have loved reading. When I was younger I would read just about anything I could get my hands on. Cereal boxes, shampoo bottles, just about anything. Reading was my favorite past time and no one was more thrilled than my parents, who took it upon themselves to brag to everyone that I loved to read. As I got older, however, I became less interested in reading. The books assigned to us in school were terribly boring and they successfully ruined reading for me. They made my once favorite pastime seem like a chore and I was convinced I would never love reading like I used to.

For as long as I can remember I have loved reading. When I was younger I would read just about anything I could get my hands on. Cereal boxes, shampoo bottles, just about anything. Reading was my favorite past time and no one was more thrilled than my parents, who took it upon themselves to brag to everyone that I loved to read. As I got older, however, I became less enthused about reading. The books assigned to us in school were terribly boring and they successfully ruined reading for me. They made my once favorite pastime seem like a chore and I was convinced I would never love reading like I used to.

When I was learning to read, it wasn’t hard,although it did take me a couple years to figure it out. I had always been very smart with language,speaking full sentences like, “Mommy, can we go to the park today?” at two. Once I used those skills and mastered reading, it opened up a new world for me; the world of wizards and dragons, imagination, gods and goddesses, and mentally ill people speaking out and telling everyone how they think. After I began to read, I continued, addictively reading every chance I got. I would read at school and be overjoyed when we went to the library. It even got to the point where I couldn’t sleep without reading. Reading was,and still is, my oasis, my shelter.