The Importance Of My Reading Story

Without prior knowledge to the difference between the sensations and Bettelheim’s discovery, it is uncertain if this was a major discovery. Although Tater established the idea that fairy tales help children mature and transition from silent, naive toddlers to talkative, insightful toddlers, she fails to address alternative theories.

In the modern world, children’s literature, fairy tales, and fiction books influence our childhood and early development. In the 1500’s and 1600’s no children’s literature for entertainment existed, they had educational books. As babies, toddlers, and preschoolers, my parents and teachers read us books after books. It is proven that reading to young kids is important for their imagination, vocabulary, and communication skills in early life.

“The Truth About Stories is that that’s all we are”.(King 2003,p. 2).Stories have a great importance as they make people more joyous and creative. Stories let the narrator to speak but he is not really the one who is speaking. The narrator retells the stories in merely same language but totally in different tone. These stories improve ones belief towards life. The narrator interacts with the listener through

My journey with reading has been a series of huge ups and and even larger downs. “Ready to read bud?” my dad said as he pulled out the first book of the spiderwick chronicles. It was the biggest book we’d ever read together, and I was intimidated. My journey with reading has been a series of huge ups and and even larger downs. I feel like the lack of flexibility in our school system is mostly responsible for the huge fall. Before I lost my love for reading I really enjoyed it and had a good time doing it.

Throughout all of time, literature has played an important role in people’s lives. Books are more than just stories to laugh at, cry with, or fall asleep to, but books can teach. Books can teach a person a simple task such as baking cookies or an extremely complex one such as solving for the derivative of a trigonometric path and its parabolic motion. Whatever the subject, whomever the reader, books can teach people many lessons. One of the most important lessons that a book can teach a reader is a lesson about himself, about the difficulties of life, and about living a good life. As time has passed, so has literature itself. Older books focused on historical events, fictional poetry, and important figures; however, books now have evolved to

Stories are powerful. In the past, long before books, people used stories to pass down history and legends to create a deeper understanding of their heritage. It was also a way to pass down morals and values from generation to generation. More than just a way of preserving the past, storytelling is a great way to bridge the gap between a reader’s heart and that of the writer. Everyone has a story to tell no matter what kind it may be. Although there is an art to storytelling, at its very foundation, the practice is merely a means of communicating one’s experiences. Perhaps out of a lack of

Before I began elementary school, I enjoyed reading picture books, the touch and feel books and pop-up books. I loved the author Dr. Suess, because he was funny and because I loved the rhyming he did in his writing. I can remember before bed, my mom or dad would read to me until I got old enough to read myself. My mom has always enjoyed reading, if she is not reading a book, then she is reading a recipe or a magazine. My dad on the other hand, I have only seen him read one book, besides reading manuals for his tools. Reading was not a big deal in my house, all of us kids were told that we needed to read, but they did not force us to read. This brings me to Richard Rodriguez’s essay, in his household reading was not as important, but once he got to school, he realized that reading is one of the main activities. I can relate to Rodriguez because in either one of our households we weren’t told that we had to read before we did something else. Once I got to elementary school is when I realized that reading was not for me. Before school, I enjoyed reading, then once I began elementary school, I was forced to read, take tests over books, and read out loud in front of the class which made reading a chore.

Which I was shocked because I never wanted to read one whole book in my life. So back to the library I went to get my second book, and then read that before anyone else finished their first book of the year. Looking back to those books some of those are the best books I have ever read to this day. Right after school I would rush as quickly as I could to the front office and laid on the ground reading until my mom got off work, then reading on the bumpy car ride home, after dinner and right before bed. Sometimes, when I was really close to finishing a book I would even stay up super late to finish and use a flashlight as my light so my mom wouldn’t see my bedroom light on and know I was up past my bedtime, just so the first thing I said to my teacher the next day was that I finished another book, and of course I said it loud enough so the whole class heard me. They were so shocked that I read so much in so little time. I was on a roll and I didn’t want to stop. I had read more books than anyone else in my class and even in my entire

Moving into middle school, I expected to continue to love reading, and that was true at some points during this time. However, it was also marked with times where I loathed reading, it had become a chore. I still loved reading fiction, and my winter break in eighth grade included long readings from The Mysterious Benedict Society series; but I would struggle in attempts to really enjoy what literacy was meant to be. Reading was no longer

Being in elementary, reading junie b jones made me like to read. Then when middle school came I fell in love with books being able to read the bluford series, and the magic tree house books. Elementary had you like you it’s funny, it makes you think this is how books is really written all your life. Middle school i thought i was able to relate to the books that I read and that the message stood out to me. It made me read the books over and over again, which normally I don't do at all. As soon as highschool hits, they have you reading the most boring stuff ever for example fahrenheit 451, Dracula and many more. Then on top of that they have you reading passages in your test. Like we have all the time in the world to read them long unbelievable passages when class ends in like 40 minutes. The passages be like a whole book and the teacher be giving you little amount of time to do

Curled up under warm, weighty covers, propped up on a plump pillow or two, buoyed up by the prospect of an uninterrupted hour, I open the cover of a book and immerse myself in the story. As a child, this was the scene night after night as I devoured books as fast as my mother, or the library, could provide them. I remember reading in the attic on warm summer afternoons, surrounded by piles of books as flies buzzed lazily on the window panes; I remember reading in the car on visits to Grammy’s, plagued eventually by nausea as the miles ticked away under the tires; I remember reading in my bed on Saturdays, undisturbed by parents, siblings–anyone– as the hours slipped away into Sunday. I can’t remember a time when I couldn’t read. I believe the ability to read is a gift that every person deserves.

One day my mom decided to take me to the local library to look for some books because she didn't want me to fry my brain watching reruns of Spongebod all day. Once we got there my mom guided me to the children's section and told me to choose a book to take home. As I scanned across the shelves filled with hundreds of books, one book in particular stood out the most from all of them. The cover is a dark blue, Cinderella embroidered cursively in gold and the glass slipper in silver on the front. Each page has a linen feel to it and the pages have a creamy color to them. The book seemed used and had rough edges, but it had its own story to tell. I took the book home and stayed up late reading it with my mom. The book had a magical essence to it that it took me into the world of Cinderella. I vividly played out the story in my head, like I was creating a movie. After that I would go back every 2 weeks and check out multiple books, but every time I would recheck out Cinderella. When I’d read the book I’d get the same feeling of joyfulness from when I first read it. That's when my love of reading began.

After writing those half finished stories with my friends, I realized how much influence stories had on my life. From young ages, people are often exposed to stories, whether they be from bedtime stories, books, teachers, or television. No matter what medium or language, stories can serve to influence a person’s life. As a child, I read an extensive amount of books, and through the years have experienced stories through videogames and TV as well. At some point, I recognized how many things stories had influenced in me.

As a child, my nightly bedtime routine consisted of being read a book, singing a tune, and a brief summary of tomorrow’s agenda. “Frog and Toad” was the expected book of choice, with it being my favorite. It’s safe to say that my mother had it memorized. She would often try to convince me to pick a different choice, but my heart was set on “Frog and Toad.” I remember her pointing to every word as she read aloud to me. By doing, so I became aware of words and eventually started to recognize them. One of my favorite car games as a child was “the alphabet” game. The alphabet game consisted of my brother and I trying to find every letter in the alphabet, whether it be on a license plate or a billboard. My older brother Jesse had hawk eyes so he usually beat me to a lot of letters but I still enjoyed playing and got better with each game. My childhood experiences helped me recognize and develop early stages of literacy.

It is an incredible enigma: the way a chunk of papers with words strung in a specific order to tell a story and a title slapped on the front of it can impact a person’s life so profoundly. Yet, it is no surprise at all. Many often meditate on how a book can mean so much, when rather people should question how a book cannot mean more. At least, that is what I have come to wonder as I review the way each book has provided me with a new experience and challenge for my imagination. With every book I read, a part of who I am is molded or altered in a submissive response to the authority literature reigns over my life.