Narrative Essay About Reading Book

Was there ever a time you didn’t like to do something, but as you got older you started to love it more than you did as a child? When I was younger, I never liked to read, but now as I have gotten older, I read more and more different kinds of books and novels. My mother put my sister and me into a reading program in elementary school because our reading levels were lower than they should be. There were no criteria so we read books that were interesting to us, like the Given Tree by Shel Silverstein and Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White. When we finished reading them we would go around and talk about the book we read. About our reaction to the book and how we felt towards it. From that day we have been reading more books of different genres.
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For me, there is a room with shelves lining the walls in dark brown filled with books piled onto each other of many genres, from historical to mystery. This room is a place where I spend time from the world, filled with furniture of chairs and sofa in warm earth colors of browns and a little bit of green in it. The walls were painted in fallen leaves in the fall to make the room earth warm feeling. This room located at the far back of my family house that overlooks the big open garden in the backyard.
Being able to feel the cool breeze coming through the open window, the open book on the table following the wind as the pages flip one by one. The room gives me the peaceful moment after a long day of being tired all day. As my mother walks in, the room seems that it brightens up and make my day more cheerful to spend in this earthy warm room. Touching the spines of the books with my fingertips, they felt coarse to the touch because of the book being opened up too much made rough lines that go up and down the middle of the spine. To me, it was a good sign that I have read that book very …show more content…
Just staying in this place makes me feel cozy like I’m wrapped in a big fluffy blanket and the chair is like sitting on a big white cloud even though I don’t know how they actually feel. But the best moment of staying in this room is with my mother. My mother gotten me to open up my eyes to see that there is more to books than just words, that it is our imagination that brings the books to life. “When you picture the place of the setting or the characters in the book, it’s going to be different when others picture it.” is what my mother said to change my way of reading books and guided me to read different books. As I kept spending time in this room with my mother, the peace and quiet smelled like the page of the books. But time have change when time gotten more