My Love To Read

According to The Norton Field Guide to Writing, “Everyone likes a good story” (Bullock, Goggin and Weinberg 393), and this holds true to me. For all of my life, I have always had a love for reading and writing. When I was young, my mom would read me bedtime stories. Sometimes I would take my older sister’s books that did not have any pictures and pretend to read them, coming up with my own fantastical plots and imagining that was the story written in the book. I would also pretend to write my own stories by scribbling “cursive” on the pages of my old notebooks. In first grade my teacher, Mrs. Stumph, would allow me to read her Junie B. Jones books to the class. Sometimes, she would even let me read my own books aloud instead. Even though I …show more content…
Kandel also caused my love for reading to grow. In fourth grade, she decided to start a “Reading CAFE.” Every day, she would give us time in class to read an independent novel of our choice. She started off giving us five minutes of reading time, and then increased it by five minutes each week, until we had about half an hour to read each day. While we read, Mrs. Kandel went around to each person and talked to us about our books, giving us assignments to complete about them. I loved the cafe because it provided me the chance to read books that I wanted to, instead of a class book that I may or may not enjoy. I also loved being able to talk to Mrs. Kandel about the events and characters of my current book choice. She was truly interested in books that I had read, and she would recommend books that I might find interesting. That year, she had even borrowed some of my …show more content…
Kandel after fourth grade, the book still stuck with me. One day in fifth grade, during ninth period, I wandered around the school’s library to look for a book to read. Passing by the shelves, I quietly took note of the large amount of books on the shelves that I had already read at some point. Then, sitting on the very bottom shelf against the back wall of the library, I found a tattered copy of The Hero and The Crown. Sitting next to it, there was a slightly larger hardback book called, The Blue Sword. I had discovered the sequel to the book I adored the minute it was placed in my hands the year before. I checked it out instantly, and read through the entire book within a few days. Again, like its predecessor, I do not remember much about The Blue Sword, but I do remember loving the book and sorely missing the fact that I had no one to share my joy for the book