I don’t know why I thought this topic interesting hehe. If you’ve read my blog before you’ll see that at a young age, I was gifted books a lot and we always had tons of them around so reading came natural to me. My love for reading developed mainly because I grew up in the nineties, being born in the late eighties. And I didn’t have access to internet, TV time was also limited during the school week so reading was my little form of entertainment until it became an escape. My parents put no restrictions on my reading so it just elevated into an obsession…I mean addiction…no I meant hobby!
I’d get so wrapped up into these stories and at about the age of seven I felt like I was too big for picture books. I’d really hate talking to seven year old me now hehehe. I remember being a snob to someone who asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I said a book(of course), expecting to get a brand new Nancy Drew, I got a little kids picture book.
In elementary school, I was all bad to the bone with the book open in my lap during class, and in high school, I skipped classes to live in the library. You know at the time, it was awesome. Telling this story now, I seem like a bore fest. During my escapes to the library in high school I really broke out with the content I was finding, Mills and Boons, and witches. It was awesome, yeah I keep saying that but it really was.
Books are these things that people ignore, don’t even give a second glance to but inside them lives all kinds of magic and feelings and people(ahem…I meant characters). I absolutely love being emotionally invested in a story and sometimes I get anxious because I just can’t keep up.
Leave me a comment and let me know what fun reading you’ve been up to 🙂