My Passion For Reading

Writing is not just marking letters, words, or symbols on a piece of work. My perspective states that writing is not just expressing yourself through words; in fact, it is mostly one’s expression; your emotions, thoughts, beliefs, etc. Correspondingly, according to myself, writing is extremely artistic and evocative way to reveal one self’s personality. Most important, I am in the creative writing class, because I desired to be in it, due to the fact that it is my passion, it is a way I can express myself thoroughly, and it makes me feel as if I am in a whole different world where I can reveal everything I desire.

“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.

My desire to read is equivalent to housework, you know it has to be done, but you never want to do it. There has to be that one driving force to get it done; that one part of you that screams get your life together and do something right. There have been good and bad moments in reading for everyone, including me. I can honestly say I am very focused while I read the letters my boyfriend sends home from basic training. Other times when I am forced to read an article for work in order to better my abilities, I would say I am less focused and driven to do my best because it is not something that interests me. You know there are better things you could be doing but you’re stuck doing the work. Having to push through to prove to others and yourself that you can do what needs to be done.

I was never a fan of reading when I was younger I always thought of it as a waste of time. However when I my aunt got incredibly sick reading became my escape from reality. I remember sitting in the hospital waiting room waiting for my turn to go in to see my Aunt I would just sit there and read 4-5 books a day. When I would read I would get lost I would feel like one of the characters in the book and that all the problems and issues that me and my family were going through didn't matter at the time. After I lost my aunt I started writing in a journal of just how hard it was to except the fact that she was gone and that i wouldn't be able to see her everyday anymore. Writing and reading later became my best friend I started downloading book after book and after I finished the book I would write about and how I related to it. That was my escape from reality, I slowly started to understand that my aunt passing away made me mature in so many

With reading came writing. The stories were no longer confined to the boundaries of my mind. I could write the stories I had dreamed up in my head down with words I had learned from the books that lined the library shelves. I painted my stories with words. It was then that I became an

“A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading”, said William Styron, author of the Pulitzer Prize-winning book, The Confessions of Nat Turner. I absolutely agree with Styron’s expressive view of what reading is like. Reading has shaped me into the person I am today and yet unendingly persists to keep changing me. The root of my passion for reading came from the reading I was forced to do when I was a child. Once I embraced reading as a habit, my curiosity got the best of me to pay attention to what I was reading. Concentrating led to my sudden change of attitude toward 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!

I wanna start this essay by first defining what is reading and writing is ,everyone could agree that reading is a process where the student get meanings from everything that they see around.Writing is basically your free choice of words.I was in Preschool when i first realize that i love reading and writing.I remember my mother walking me to my class and me not knowing that i would be walking out with knowledge to read and write.My Preschool teacher named was Ms.Newman and she was a very artistic teacher and she would express herself through her clothes.she would have different colorful words on her walls that each letter in the alphabet had a picture to represent it.she would wear

I am no gluttonous reader, but a lazy English student who finds the process of reading and writing to be quite tedious. Months at a stretch where I don’t flip a page is uncommon. My displeasure from books was driven off of how much interest I have and the content I choose to read. A lack of interest makes it difficult to initiate and finish the reading. It also makes me less attentive as I am prone to distractions. Consequently, I wound up not understanding a single thing I just read and my writing becomes unorganized, not knowing where I left off. After all, interest sparks motivation, and no motivation equals zero attention for the book, hence I’m unable to follow the storyline. When deficient in inspiration, I’m restrained from writing passionately. Furthermore, my interest plays a role in choosing a content I enjoy reading. Not all texts are equally challenging, so the selection of my content declines improving in English.

I desire to see the world from many different perspectives and I am committed to being a lifelong learner. Nowadays, learning is often seen only as a stepping stone for a better career. However, for a person whose learning objective is wisdom, I learn to know, to understand, and to engage with the world around me. The product of wisdom, accordingly, is self-beautification. As beauty is the splendor of truth, I am confident that acts of truth will make the world a better place.

Writing has always been a crucial part of my life. Despite any issues I faced, from my penmanship to my versatility as a writer, I wasn’t going to let these dilemmas prevent me from accomplishing my goals. Prosperity never came easy and at times it did seem futile to continue trying, but defeat wasn’t an option. Reflecting on the obstacles I conquered, it’s because of the arduous process I endured that allowed me to evolve into the writer I am today.

Reading started at an early age for me, my mother initially taught me. She understood the power reading has and the importance of it in our daily lives. We would read everything and anything when I was growing up. Recipes, books, the newspaper, billboards, even advertisements on the television; it didn’t matter what it was if it had words my mother encouraged me to read. She made reading a fun activity that I looked forward to, it became a game in my early years. The actual act of reading was easy, understanding what I had read was the struggle.

Poring over the last of the short stories, I furiously hunted for any mistakes. Sure, this was going to be a demonstration of my skills as an editor, but more than that, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for both my inner city and continuation high school students. With the tight publishing deadline, I needed to finish this book of their works so they could revel in the success and gain an appreciation for school. I wanted my students to excel and aspire to higher education. In them, I saw a distorted reflection of myself – the poverty, lack of resources, and academic stress – but there was resilience and perseverance.

My passion for reading is an aspect of me that has never failed to go unnoticed – it is hardly a surprise for those around me to see a book in my hand wherever I go, absorbed by a world that was not invented by me. As a result of this, I was recognised within school as my picture was placed on the wall in the English Department praising how much I read. As a child I wanted to become an author so the ability to enter somebody's thoughts through words on a page has always filled me with a genuine excitement. There is no doubt that an English degree at University is for me, I want to continue my love for the subject in depth and take this further to become a Secondary Teacher of English.

First, reading taught me to be patient in the different situations I happen to get myself into. Ever since I was really young I’ve enjoyed reading, it’s always been one of my favorite pastimes. Whenever I was bored or impatient for an event that was going to happen my parents would hand me a book so I would distract myself and I wouldn’t be so impatient all the time. Then I would end up being engrossed in reading that book I would forget what was happening around me and where I even was at in that moment. One could be talking to me and I wouldn’t even notice it’d be like they were talking to a tree. I would spend hours reading until someone tried really hard to snap me out of it, for I