My story doesn’t start like this: “I started to read books since I was little and I knew how to read.” No, not at all.
When I was in primary school, I read what I received from my teachers and sometimes I would go to the public library but very often I would return the books without even reading them.
In high school, the situation is very similar, I read the books that a teacher gave us but I didn’t like it, those books weren’t interesting for me. But our English teacher gave us better books (or more interesting for me), in my opinion, like Great Gatsby, 1984 and Romeo and Juliet. I truly loved those books and since then my love for books has begun.
I remember one day when I had nothing to do, and my father suggested that I should read a book. (This was still in high school)
My answer was that I don’t like books. My father reads since he was 5-6 years old, he read hundreds and hundreds of books and he loves them.
I started college, I moved to another city. I can’t say which book started my love for them, I can’t remember, but I remember that I began to go the public library in that city.
The library is big, with lots of books, old and new and it’s a pleasant experience to stay there and read.
So I started to read and it has been amazing, I can’t even explain the feeling when you read something interesting and you practically enter in the book and feel the pain and happiness with the character.
I think that only the ones who love books can understand me, we understand each other’s craziness. 🙂
(My husband reads as well, but he’s not so crazy about books like me, in that day he propose 🙂
In my years of college, I lived in a dorm with other girls and I would read at night under my blanket with a lighting pen.
(I love this front cover because it reminds me of my years of college)
I know, crazy, that’s why I need now to wear glasses when I read. Yeah, you pay the consequences..
One thing I loved, in particular, I loved to go to a beautiful park and I would read by the lake and hear nothing, see nothing, talk to nobody, just read because I was in the book with my characters.
So I started buying books, I started to visit libraries, and antique shops with books and I loved it. I would stay in the shop and read, and search for books. Very often I did not have an author in mind, I wanted just to buy books and I would come back and show to my friends in the dorm my treasure.
(Here I was in the park in front of our apartment, with a cup of coffee and a book)
They didn’t understand my love for books, other girls would buy shoes, I preferred books, and I still do 🙂
Since then, my love for books has grown, I still buy books and I read them with the same pleasure.
For me, books are not just a hobby, they represent me, who I am.
Read! It’s something truly amazing.