Reading To Me Analysis

When I was about five years old, I had gotten used to a certain routine; bathing, drinking milk, then being read to as I fall asleep. Soon the routine had to change, there was no more reading before bed because my mother got a job and was too tired to read to me before bed as a young child I was devastated. I didn't know how to go to bed without hearing the fun that Pooh Bear and his friends had. I was just learning to read myself, my teacher in school could tell I had something special in me when it came to reading. When I left her kindergarten

One of my first memories as a child was my mom reading to me. There was a tornado warning, so we all rushed to the basement and crammed ourselves into the back bedroom. To calm my hysteria from wailing sirens and howling winds, my mom pulled Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone off the shelf and began to read. The storm faded away and I was absorbed in a magical universe. Over the next year, she read the whole series to me, and ever since then, the power of words and the English language fascinated me.

Some of the oldest and fondest memories I have from my childhood are those of my mother reading to me. Before I even began Kindergarten, I remember my mom reading stories to me from children’s books, or making up stories as she went along. I enjoyed listening to the stories and still remember some to this day. She also taught me how to write my name, count, and recite the alphabet. I loved the time I spent reading with my mom because she made it fun, so much so that I didn’t realize I was learning.

My earliest reading memory was when I was five with the little golden book series. I loved getting new books and reading them. But most of all I loved when my mother read to me so I could look at the pictures as my imagination went wild with stories about Jack climbing up the beanstalk or a king searching a kingdom for a worthy princess.

In Kevin Clarke’s essay from Speaking of Reading, the greatest obstruction faced by Clarke in learning to read was his own negative mindset and way of looking at himself as a reader. When Clarke was young and had just commenced reading it was evident that he had struggles and even says himself “I was too afraid I wouldn't be able to understand another book” (4). Clarke saying this illustrates that he created his own negative way of thinking by fearing failure and not understanding something which is a major obstacle for him in learning to read. In addition to this, Clarke feels as if he doesn’t have what it takes to be a superior reader and goes on to say “I assumed I was wrong...I don’t trust myself to read it right”

Most of what I can remember from my childhood is being read to by my mom and her teaching me how to read, alongside my older sister. During the day all that I wanted to do was have my mom read to me, so she would. And every night before I went to bed she would let me pick one book for her to read to me. It was my favorite part of everyday. It wasn’t just at home that people would read to me, my grandma would too whenever we went to her house. She had this book full of short stories that always had a good lesson at the end. I loved hearing my grandma’s soothing voice right before I fell asleep. My favorite book was “One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish” by Dr. Seuss. Since my mom read it to me at least once everyday, I began to memorize it. I wasn’t actually reading the words on the page, I just knew the story so well that I could recite it.

Ever since I can remember, my beautiful mother, Anne, would read to me. She would set me in her lap in our big green rocking chair and read Winnie the Pooh, and Dr. Seuss but my all time favorite was Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs & Ham". No matter where we were or who we were with, she would read that book to me. She read it so many times I'm sure she could recite it word for word. After a few hundred times of her reading it to me, I had all 62 pages memorized. I could even tell when she skipped a page, which I don't blame her, its a long book. At the time, I had no idea simply reading this book would affect my literacy. But by 3, I had 50 words memorized just from the book. As I grew, so did my love for books. I often read in my preschool with

“I say to you quite frankly that the time for racial discrimination is over,” is what Governor Jimmy Carter said during his Inaugural Address on January 12, 1971, but it was not always true. In the texts, “Superman and Me,” by Sherman Alexie, and, “Learning to Read and Write,” by Frederick Douglass there are clear problems of racial discrimination between both authors. There are many other similarities and differences throughout Frederick and Sherman’s demanding upbringing, the most prominent are the main character’s obstacles, goals, and the claims that the author makes in the book.

Teaching a person to read is a lot harder than it seems. Especially when you teach them wrong. In my last entry, when I wrote that I had tricks up my sleeve, I meant that I would teach Private Turner the wrong way to read. When I told Private Turner that I would teach him to read, I never said that I would teach him the right way to read. After a long day, I finally got back to the wagon and tried to sleep. With all the wounded moaning and groaning, it seemed impossible to sleep. Around dawn, I woke up, which meant at some point, I fell asleep. I must of fell asleep because the moaning and groaning finally stopped. It seemed to me that the man next to me was making all of that noise, but now he stopped. Did he die? I didn’t know if he died,

In How to Read like a Professor, Thomas Foster teaches his readers how to deconstruct any work of literature, focusing on the different archetypes that writers often use. Foster explains that it is especially important to read a work of literature in the context it was written in. To truly understand the novels Crime and Punishment and Madame Bovary, one must first understand the social, historical, cultural, and personal backgrounds of each novel.

When I was younger, I had many people that would read books to me. The first book I ever read was Boom Chika Boom. My Aunt Jennah was the main person who took care of me, while my mom was working at the Buffalo Hospital. They’re many pictures of me sitting on her lap while she would read me. My favorite books were If You Give a Mouse a Cookie or If You Give a Pig a Pancake.

I can remember the nights after dinner my mother sat and read different kinds of books to us. My sister and I love the Disney book. They were so delightful, like eating candy for the first time. Cinderella was one of my favorite. We clean up took, a bath and brush our teeth and waited on our mother to come read to us. I can remember one time I believe I was about five or six when my mother read Dr. Suess book The Grinch

On class SWK 319 we got to read Having My Say from Delany sisters and Hearth A. book. In the last day of class, we saw the movie of the same title. Now I will talk about the differences and the similarities of both, book and movie. It was very interesting to read the book and while reading I was imagining how they look, the place and the way they father talked to them all. The book was long in my opinion and was little confusing because it was back and forth. I have heard that sometimes the book is better than the movie, maybe because the movie doesn’t cover much of the information in the book. I really wanted to see the movie because it is the first time on read a book and then watch a movie. I was expecting to see everything that I read in the book, but it didn’t happen.

The very earliest or first time I can remember being read to was probably with my mom. I can remember being in my room with my younger brother the lighting was very dim. We would all lay on my bed before it was time to go to sleep. She would always read our favorite book which was Skippyjon Jones. It was about a tiny little cat whose head was too big for his body and he would always get into trouble. My mom would read this every single night to put us to sleep.

My first memory of ever being exposed to reading was when i was six years old and my mom started introducing books before bed. She came home one day with a bag full of books and a smile on her face, she had just received some of the books and stories dad would read to her when she was a kid. She told me that she would get tucked into bed and her dad would let her pick a different book every night until there were no new ones to choose from. They would then makeup tales and "write" their own stories that was a fond childhood memory she had and she wanted me to have as well. This tradition is something i really admire and look forward to sharing with my children one day. That is the first memory i have of ever being exposed to reading and i am