“The more that you read, the more things you’ll know. The more that you’ll learn, the more places you’ll go.” – Dr. Seuss
My love for reading started at a very young age and spending most of my time at the library helped grow my love for books even more. My parents always encouraged me to read since I was a little girl, thus them registering me for the library so I would read more voluntarily. Wednesdays were the day I would come home early from school, so I had the time to go to the library. Spending hours in the library searching for the next novel I wanted to read is something that I loved to do. Fun fact after a while I read all of the books in my age category. I started then to read adult novels from the age of twelve. I never wanted to go home because this would give me less time to read. I always started reading in the library right away. Every week I would go to the library and lend ten books. This was the maximum of books I could borrow, if I could borrow more I would have done that. Unfortunately this was not possible. Sometimes I even would lend books on the library card of my brother. This was so I could take more material to read home. The ten books that I borrowed were never enough to satisfy my lust for reading.
Reading was an outlet for me. I could be so engrossed in a novel that I would not notice the time flying by and it was bedtime already. My parents had to always force me to go to bed. Reading helped me escape from the world where it was not always so great. Being bullied in primary school made me also love reading. Books would never hurt me like people would. They were not as cruel as people. I fantasized that I would be the heroine. I would have many friends which I did not have while being in primary school. Everyone loved being around me and wanted to be always in my presence. Novels were also a way for me to learn about the world around me. I wanted to know everything there was to know. I read not only fiction but also non-fiction this helped me to grow my knowledge of the world around me.
When going to secondary school my love for reading started to fade away a bit. This was due to my very busy schedule. The love for reading was also replaced by my second love, watching films and series, which seemed to work perfectly with my everlasting lack of time. I never lost the love for reading. Reading was always at the back of my head even though I was not reading actively. Even though I loved watching films this never replaced my very first love. Now and then I would still try to pick up a good book and it was like I turned back time. I was that small little girl again who was reading a book in her bedroom all by herself, without a care in the world.
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