I don’t remember how I became a reader. I remember my grandmother teaching me how to read, but it wasn’t a remarkable experience. No one in my family reads. We didn’t have books laying around the house and we never made family trips to the library when I was little. I guess it’s just something inside of me that just loves to read. I love the escape. I love the learning about characters and their lives. I love seeing a romance blossom. Going on a quest to a new land. Figuring out the killer in a race against time. Reading is such a simple act, but it is transformative. It has transformed me and I am forever grateful.
I can relate to this so much! No one in my family reads either T.T The only books I had growing up were the ones teachers would give me. Nine years ago we moved one block away from the library! My own personal library is still very small, but I’m content that my public library is just right around the corner and I have been visiting it constantly these past years.
Lovely thoughts you wrote on reading😊
I, too, don’t remember how I became a reader but my mom says I was always making up stories, scribbling in notes and pretending to read anything to everything.😂😂 Most of my primary school memories just involve me asking the woman who manned the small bookstore in my school about new books cause I’d nearly bought most of them. My dad read every now and then but I didn’t live with him growing up. Both of my parents encouraged it. They’d give me money for books and when my dad came home, he’d always have a bag of books for me. It was heaven!
I love this 💜💜
i love the simplicity of this. it’s well-written but also very straightforward, and that made it even more compelling. hear hear!! — to reading, readers, and the stories we stumble into.
Shek
February 9, 2019 at 2:00 PM
I don’t remember how I became a reader. I remember my grandmother teaching me how to read, but it wasn’t a remarkable experience. No one in my family reads. We didn’t have books laying around the house and we never made family trips to the library when I was little. I guess it’s just something inside of me that just loves to read. I love the escape. I love the learning about characters and their lives. I love seeing a romance blossom. Going on a quest to a new land. Figuring out the killer in a race against time. Reading is such a simple act, but it is transformative. It has transformed me and I am forever grateful.
Love,
February
Shek
February 9, 2019 at 2:04 PM
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I just got back from the library where I checked out way too many books (per usual) and got inspired.
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
February 9, 2019 at 2:11 PM
This was SUPER awesome. You’ve captured why I love stories. Whether its through books, or dramas I love stories.
Jellybn
February 9, 2019 at 4:01 PM
I can relate to this so much! No one in my family reads either T.T The only books I had growing up were the ones teachers would give me. Nine years ago we moved one block away from the library! My own personal library is still very small, but I’m content that my public library is just right around the corner and I have been visiting it constantly these past years.
Lovely thoughts you wrote on reading😊
Shek
February 9, 2019 at 4:34 PM
I already visit my library weekly and it’s pretty close to me. I’d be there daily if it was around the corner. Though that is kind of the dream lol
bam 🐢🐌💖~
February 9, 2019 at 4:22 PM
Yessssssss!
IamPilgrim
February 9, 2019 at 5:37 PM
I, too, don’t remember how I became a reader but my mom says I was always making up stories, scribbling in notes and pretending to read anything to everything.😂😂 Most of my primary school memories just involve me asking the woman who manned the small bookstore in my school about new books cause I’d nearly bought most of them. My dad read every now and then but I didn’t live with him growing up. Both of my parents encouraged it. They’d give me money for books and when my dad came home, he’d always have a bag of books for me. It was heaven!
I love this 💜💜
another woodalchi nicole recruit
February 9, 2019 at 10:16 PM
i love the simplicity of this. it’s well-written but also very straightforward, and that made it even more compelling. hear hear!! — to reading, readers, and the stories we stumble into.
Waadmay
February 10, 2019 at 8:42 AM
Very beautiful , Books can create Heaven for us with its hidden stories behind its lovely written words
All the love for books 💛💙💚💛💙💚💛💙💚