My Love Of Reading
The first book I remember reading is an animal encyclopedia that my mom got as a gift for buying a certain amount of groceries. She got the whole set because we had to eat and the books were free. I learned everything about aardvarks to zebras and a lot of critters in between. When I was 13, my older sister gave me the first books that were actually mine — not borrowed from a library and had to be returned in a set time, but my own. They were “pre-owned” but I didn’t care. I could read them as many times as I wanted. I could read my favorite passages over and over. It was great! That’s when I realized I was hooked. Books became my best friends.
When did you start reading? Let me know, I’m interested. Were you good friends with the librarian in school? I was. Mrs. Brown from elementary school was awesome. She is still awesome. Mrs. Carlson from high school was awesome too, but she lost her job to cutbacks. Stupid money problems.
We book lovers of this time and place really have the cat by the tail, so to speak. In the 1700’s you needed to be affluent to afford more than one book and then you needed to worry about what was “proper” to read. Can you imagine getting caught in that time reading the free range smut books we see today? The ensuing scandal would totally ruin the respectability of many a young virgin. *gasp in a near faint*. Some of those books are so hot, they’d melt off your wax makeup.
In the early 1800’s in pioneer America, you were lucky to get the family Bible. As civilization progressed, literature followed. Sometimes, in the old West, books could be traded for staples to keep you alive. Kids were lucky to have a primer in school. Some kids (like when my grandmother was that age) were lucky to graduate eighth grade. She knows how to read, but not as well as I can at one-quarter her age. She could, however, feed her family from the land with canned vegetables and survive with barely nothing where I could not. I would not have made a good pioneer.
My rambling does have a point. It all boils down to this: if you have the ability to read, use it. If you get a book and you hate it, donate it. You don’t have to finish it — you get points just for trying. What you don’t like, someone else will love. There are too many good books being released every day to take your time on something that *might* get better in the last couple of chapters. If you love an author, do what you can to support him or her. Buy the author’s books. Tell your friends about them. Tell the library to order them. Volunteer your time to read with kids. If you find a kid that doesn’t know how to read, be a teacher.
Using your imagination is like going to a movie and getting the best seat in the house. Reading can be a vacation if you let it. You can take a trip and never leave the farm. Reading is a lifetime hobby. It will not go out of style and if it makes you look like a nerd? So be it. I love being a nerd. I love to read.