My Love Of Reading Analysis

My frequent trips to the eerily quiet school library started almost ten years ago, in my first grade class with Mrs. Yenser. Thick paperback novels, controversial science fiction, doomsday utopian societies, sappy romances, and even an educational biography every once in a while were some of my best friends throughout my elementary age. I flew through Tom Sawyer, the Alex Rider series, To Kill a Mockingbird, and several dozen other intriguing reads. Knowing I had become hooked on reading, many of my friends, family, and acquaintances thought that my odd addiction would never go away. Sometimes, I cruised through several a week and even stayed up until two or three o’clock in the morning to feed my ravenous hunger for more knowledge. Reading wasn’t only a pastime for me; it emerged as a way of life. Despite my early love of reading, when I hit the middle school years my passion faded as my reading level skyrocketed. My sixth grade year proved fairly simple; I rather enjoyed the reading groups we were placed in despite the common dislike most of our class had for the teacher. I recall …show more content…
Ashamed, I paraded my way across the library to the binder, desolately sitting by itself in a dark corner. I tugged open the cover and then flipped to the very back, in the 1650+ range. Scanning the page I found it only listed four titles. Making up my mind, I settled on looking for one called The Scarlet Letter that I’d never heard of before. After a few short minutes of looking, I triumphantly pulled the book from the shelf and inspected the cover. It looked more worn and faded and had an old-fashioned drawing on the front that didn’t catch my fancy. Only slightly dissuaded, I turned it over to the back to read the synopsis. Sentence by sentence, my hopes dwindled. I knew that few other options existed, so, despite my reluctance, I walked dejectedly to the checkout