It all began in 1999--the year I first began preschool and the year I fell in love with reading. Memories before that year can get pretty blurry, but I do remember the huge bookshelf in my basement. I was always very fascinated with the huge bookshelf that spilt books and waited for when I would be able to pick a book myself. I had struggled through books with my Mom and Dad at bedtime before the age of four, but nothing can describe the ecstatic feeling when I reached for a book on that bookshelf myself. Reaching for my very own book to read individually lead to so many fantastic things.
One of the many things reading from the bookshelf lead to was my very own library card. Trips to the library became a weekly routine and I would spend hours shuffling through the shelves finding the prettiest covers, best sounding authors, and coolest titles. As a young kid, I definately judged the book by the cover. Unfortunately, the prettiest covers were not always the best books. To not know that when I was younger definately put a toll on my reading life. I became quite bored with books because I could never find the one that kept me on my toes. Instead books became predictable and tedious. I got to a stage in my life where reading was no longer exciting.
Fortunately, this phase ended when I entered middle school and found quite a few series that kept me up way too late at night. Once again I started reading like I had never stopped. I had started visiting the library a lot more and finding stories that completely entertained me. However, I started to find no time for reading because I always had so much homework near the end of middle school and the beginning of high school. Just this past year I have started a book list, became an assistant for the librarians, and have been staying up way too late trying to figure out the next scene in the current book I am reading. Although I took a few years off from adoring the bookshelves, I can still claim myself a book worm.
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