Why I Hate Reading

I remember the very first book I ever read, it was a paper book made by my teacher. The illustrations looked as though a child had drawn them with a pack of crayons, the sentences were very short and very boring. I remember reading “Pat sat down” over and over, “Pat drinks juice.” The simplest sentences ever, and I had to read that same ridiculous book everyday. It was that small, elementary book that made me hate reading. I read as little as I possibly could, just barely enough to get through my classes. I was in an honors class in 9th grade, and I was so excited to read some “college level literature” as the teacher had described. I expected something amazing such as “Moby Dick” by Herman Melville but the teacher assigned “Lord of the flies” by William Golding. I was so excited I immediately dove into the novel, I read it cover to cover, twice. I tried to love the book as passionately as my teacher had, so it would live up to my expectations of a “college level novel” but instead it was by far the worst book I’d ever read and only further fueled my hatred for all literature everywhere. Golding’s book was so hard to follow it literally made me question my ability to read. I remember reading a paragraph and not knowing at all what …show more content…
Unfortunately to my surprise, it was an idiotic story about talking animals who were constantly battling for the most powerful position among the farm. It was so dreadful I couldn’t believe this book ever got published, it wasn’t even good enough to have been a decent child’s book. I couldn’t believe my teacher had enjoyed such an awful novel enough assign it to the entire class. He spoke so highly of this novel, I thought it was going to be an award winning masterpiece. Instead I read a childish story of talking donkeys and pigs. Just another reason to hate reading