Personal Narrative: My Love For Books

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As a child, I never particularly cared for reading. It was just something I did to find out what kind of cereal I wanted to buy or what TV shows were on at the moment. However, when I went to my grandparent 's house in the summers, my grandma would frequently read to me. One of my favorite series ' was Anne of Green Gables. In fact, I still love the books today and remember the characters and their fun adventures very vividly. That established my love for books, but actually convincing me to read them was a completely different story. Sitting inside and reading paled in comparison to playing hockey on the street and relentlessly ding-dong ditching every neighbor that had adequate bushes to quickly run behind. Reading was something I did when the weather was gloomy and I had nothing else to do. One day, though, that perspective completely changed. My mom has always loved to read, and naturally, she wanted to pass that love down to her only daughter. So one day, she took me to a library. I had never walked into such a large building that was so quiet, nor had I seen this many books in my life. It was like I was in a mall just for books. That’s what I remember the most- the books. There were …show more content…
I ended up meeting friends that I still talk to today. My friends at my previous middle school were great, but they didn 't care about school, and although I may not have realized it at the time, doing well in school is very important, if not crucial,to the rest of your life. I still, however, was terrified of being labeled a nerd, so I found someone to look up to that would never be referred to as a nerd: Ariana Grande. Well, in particular her character, Cat, on a small sitcom. Cat was ditzy, silly, and not a nerd, which was exactly what I set my mind on becoming. So, for the next three years the only thing I willingly read was

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