Reading is an Adventure

Hey folks, welcome to post 3 out of 100. Today I want to talk about one of my passions in life: the written word. Well, reading the written word, to be exact.

My mother and father did a great job of getting me to read and love reading at an early age. Before kindergarten I was able to read simple sentences and I could read newspaper articles by the time I was in the first grade. Also when I was in the first grade I was reading with third graders. When I was in the sixth grade, I was taken out of class to go read with the other “gifted” kids. I tell you this not to brag but to let you know that reading has been a huge part of my life (and I have been good at it) for quite some time. So that when I tell you how much I love reading, you can understand that I have been in love with books longer than I have had romantic interests. I have loved books longer than I have loved The Barenaked Ladies, and if you know me at all, you know that is a huge deal.

I greet a new book like a new friend. I am always excited to get to know it; I want to know what makes it tick. There are times when I get so wrapped up in a book that I don’t eat or don’t sleep just because I need to know what is going to happen on the next page. Books are our way of sharing adventures, morals, information, and secrets. Fiction, nonfiction, it doesn’t matter- all books are sacred to me. That doesn’t mean I’ve necessarily enjoyed all of the books I have read, but I have at least enjoyed the act of reading them.

To me, reading is the easiest way to go on an adventure. It’s the cheapest way to go to the moon. It’s the only way to fast forward to the future or rewind into the past. Books are incredible. They have taught me how to be a better thinker, teacher, student, friend, daughter, and person. They have explained situations and emotions I could never begin to imagine or understand on my own. They’ve helped teach me empathy. Books show me different cultures and different ideas. They use words, just simple letters put together, to tell the most elaborate stories. Whether a book tells me a made-up story about the Boy Who Lived or it tells me about the true story of a war-torn country, they always teach me something.

Because of my love of reading I get something more than a paycheck from my tutoring job. I get pure satisfaction from sharing my oldest and strongest passion with the youth of today. I get to show children who can’t read, don’t like to read, or who (gasp!) are told that reading isn’t important by their parents that reading can be exciting. It can be fun. Every day that I teach I feel as if I am one step closer to helping these children discover something they like about reading. Even if they end up not being good readers or not liking books all that much (much to my despair), at least they will have a better understanding of the importance of books and the importance of reading.

Right before Christmas break I gave every one of my students a book. I told them I wanted to hear about their books when we got back from break (tomorrow). They all said they were excited to read their books, but my second graders told me they wanted to hear about what I was reading. Which, to be honest, was awesome to hear! So, over break I started a new book and finished one I had been reading for months. Just finishing a book felt good- like I was back on track to being 100% happy. And this new one I started is incredible! I’m so happy they asked that of me because it gave me motivation to finish my book. I haven’t been very motivated to read as of late, mostly thanks to 9 seasons of Supernatual being on Netflix. These past two weeks have helped rekindle my ardor for books. And thank goodness for that- I don’t think I would have lasted much longer without my fix for fiction.

Well, thanks for reading my blather about books, y’all. Until tomorrow!

What books have changed your life? Leave a comment below!

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