Essay on love for reading.
Answers
Answer:
The beginning of my interest in reading goes way back, although I don’t have any defining “aha!” moment, where I all of a sudden enjoyed reading books. There were always books around when I was growing up, if I was at my grandparents house it was the books they kept from their youth; classics like Treasure Island or any Hemingway book, the hard covers permanently infused with dust; plenty of History books, particularly World War II history; and the children’s books I always received as presents when I visited. My mom also read a lot, but more modern books, like supernatural or light horror books, nothing too difficult (or scary). I spent a lot of time reading magazines, mostly Video GameI also was able to use reading, and film to make new friends, and spark my own creativity in music and writing. With my own knowledge from my readings and interests, as a group my friends would find new things to read and discuss, as well as new movies to watch, bands to listen to and analyze, as well as talk about how all of these things fit into our lives and what they meant to us. Many of my friends from this time have moved on to be teachers, one a college philosophy professor in New Jersey.
Answer:
Reading is a pleasure, reading is a challenge, and reading is a choice. Whether or not I wanted to read differed from time to time, but when I began to enjoy reading was at a young age. I loved books, and I loved reading for pleasure. Once I got into a book I enjoyed, I had to finish it by the same day I started it. When I had completed a book, I would reach for another, normally by the same author. My interest in literature hadn’t popped out of nowhere, it had spurted with picture books.
Young of age and still growing accustomed to the American language, simple, colourful, picture books were always put before my hands. I searched through the long row of picture book spines, and whipped out one that was recently gifted: a book made of thick, cardboard material which sparkled with a bit too much glitter on the cover. I loved how it sparkled, and the prickliness of the glitter.
I settled down with my stuffed animals surrounding me, and opened up a book from the top of the pile. One by one, the books formed a second pile, which consisted of finished books.
Looking back at the easy picture books I had enjoyed reading, they actually contained significant messages that I haven’t noticed before. The messages were quite inspiring notes such as if you spread the love and kindness, you would receive back the same love. I don 't think I have realised the importance and meaning that the author put behind the stories back then as clearly, but I remember I had some moments when after reading the books, I decided to put myself in their character and imagine what I would do in those scenarios. I would act how the character would act like and do in real-life.
Memories with picture books are never forgettable, and I would always have them stored in my head for life.