The Importance Of Reading Books

My interest in reading started at an early age, before kindergarten. I have my mom to thank for reading a book or two to me at night before bed. My mom has told me that because she was a stay at home mom before I started school, it was her main goal to teach me as much as she could by herself, before any teachers had the chance to, and that included reading a couple children’s books to me every night. My grandpa had a hand in this too; he bought me a Dick and Jane storybook and before long, I had the entire book read by myself.

During the 1860’s and 1890’s America was under reconstruction. With the reconstruction, slaves became freedmen. America took on new territory of the natives in the west. America tried to incorporate freed slaves and natives in the American living. After the emancipation, southern blacks could engage in open community building(1,455). Regardless of their living status, the blacks were motivated and eager to learn. “Ignorant though they may be, on account of long years of oppression, they exhibit a desire to hear and to learn, that I never imagined,” reported by Reverend James Lynch(1,456). The progression of the blacks was the most enduring initiatives of the Reconstruction era (1,457). Their learning facilities were not of the best and safe

If you couldn’t read or write, how would you tackle your daily life? Being literate is a crucial part of everyone’s life; reading and writing are essential for a person’s success. Every single day, it’s used, whether it’s for an Advanced Placement Language class or reading a billboard as you’re driving past. As a child, I grew up reading on a daily basis and I believe that I am as successful as I am on behalf of it. Countless memories have been created, thanks to the multiple books that have been read and the umpteen amount of papers that I’ve written. Throughout the numerous years of my education, my teachers and parents left a long lasting impact on my reading and writing skills.

Books first impacted my life at the young age of 5, when I had first begun Kindergarten. Although I may have not been very good at reading, the pictures and words simultaneously intrigued me. I saw myself picking up a new book at every opportunity, and even begged my mom to take me to the library so I could check out as many books as my little arms could carry. Another thing that

I have never been as comfortable with people made of flesh and bone than I have been with those made of words. Whatever information I lose in the contours of the human face, I have no trouble locating in the unchanging, permanent text of a book. There is something about literature that felt safe to me; the worlds created within far more welcoming to little girls with problems fitting in than the one outside the pages. For this reason, fiction, from Harry Potter to The Book Thief, has remained my greatest passion ever since I learned to read.

My passion for reading began the summer before junior high, the English class I would be taking had a required summer reading list. I had no desire to read “boring books” over the summer and summarize them. Fortunately, my parents made me read the first book and I was hooked. Consequently, I became obsessed (in a positive way) with this unbelievable adventure; “The Hatchet” by Gary Paulsen; transported me to the wilderness that summer and sparked my love for reading. From that moment on reading became my favorite pastime. Literature expanded my world beyond the Rio Grande Valley I visited the “Island of the Blue Dolphins”, and decided I needed dogs with “Where the Red Fern Grows”. I have several beloved books that I never get tired of reading,

The thin rustic pages scrape past my loose fingers as I sit engaged. My heart pounds harder and faster with every word my eyes pass over. My ears hear nothing, even within booming noise. My complete focus is on the book that lays in my hand with a laminated cover, and I have no choice but to submit to the content. My breath tastes of spearmint and the aroma of fresh paper floats past my nose. I couldn’t resist but delve into the worlds and mysteries that books hold. Once opened, everything around me becomes a distant blur. I am hooked. Books have always created an escape for creativity and fancies to run free. Books are used as a medium for reason. Books are formative to the development of human beings. In my instance, books changed my life.

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. Literature

This change in understanding didn't make me like the subjects any better. This continued for years all up until my dad began playing with various audiobooks in the car on our thirty minute drive to school. The book series that I loved the most was the Percy Jackson the Last Olympian series. I would start getting the getting the book from the library so I could read a ahead, because I couldn't wait till the next day to find out what happened in the next chapter. It came to a point where I would countdown the days until the new books came out. Soon I began to love reading and writing all because I listened to the books in the

I realized as I got older I had so many options of books to read. The different types of genres and books the world had to offer was so amazing to me. As I got a little older and the years went on, I learned that I really enjoyed chapter books. I soon came upon the set of books called “ The Magic Tree House,” by Mary Pope Osborne. Osborne created a set of books that made you think that anything was possible. This set of books definitely made an impact on my life and showed me what literacy was all

My dad is not a fan of fiction. Instead, he led me to read about cars, airplanes, engines, philosophy, and mechanics. It was the influence of these types

At this point in my life, reading would definitely not make a list of my favorite things to do, but this wasn’t always the case. Some of my youngest memories involve reading, and many of these memories are enjoyable. Every night before bed my mom would read to me, and I remember begging to read just one more before she tucked me in almost every night. This is when my love for reading sparked. Throughout grade school, I continued to read frequently and never found it to be a chore; however, once middle school hit I no longer included reading as a past time or found it pleasurable. Looking back now I realize this was when English class included more forced literature, and school consisted of reading extensive pages in textbooks. Reading

The earliest memory of reading I am able to think of, was in my pre-school reading as a class. “Green Eggs And Ham” by Dr. Seuss was the book that started the whole comprehensive level. The book made have wonderful joyful feeling inside. As my teacher was reading the book, her assistant teacher was actually making green eggs and ham. At the time my reaction was amazed, thinking “oh wow they’re actually real green eggs and ham”; not knowing about food coloring. The class was disgusted before they took the first bite, but soon after the first bite they all wanted seconds. During this time in my life I never was influenced to read, only read during school activities and time but the more I went to school it increased to be fun .As time went on , I slowly started to not feel interested in reading.

Have you ever been lucky enough to have a best friend that is your personal educational inspiration? When I was younger, I had a best friend that loved to read. She would have multiple books that she was reading at once and I would always make fun of her for reading so many books. She would just come back with some witty remark about how reading is good for your mind. I was about eight years old when she would say these things to me. I would just brush it off and think “oh whatever, I don’t need to read books to help my learning abilities”.

In middle school my love of reading shifted into non-fiction. I spent my free time studying science articles of all kind. Online resources and Science magazine became part of my daily routine. My interest in astronomy had me reading brief news articles, while I read long lab reports to satiate my curiosity in animal science.