Hey guys! I’m back with another post about my history! As the title states…
I’m going to be telling you why I love books!!
My mom was the person to get me into reading. She read herself to sleep every night before getting married to my dad. Once she had my sister and me, she read to us every night. I can’t really remember it, but she did read all of the Harry Potter books to us (except for Deathly Hallows because we were a preteen and a teenager already). I had a stacked and overgrown bookshelf in my room for my entire life. Once I moved in with gage, his dad had to cut it in half so we could put them on the walls because OUR ROOM IS SO SMALL.
Back to books! heh
I have lived a rough life. My family has always been below the poverty line (because America sucks) and books have always been my escape from the impending doom of “Will we have to move again?” or “With dad/mom losing their job, what are we gonna do?” As I write this, I look up at my bookshelf that’s right over my head and think. Think about all of the adventures I’ve held in my head from these stitched together pieces of paper. They’ve helped me so much, and I can’t repay them in any ways except to read them. Break in those spines, take off the dust covers and read the day away.
Books have changed me for the better. Yes, they tend to lead me to disclude myself from others, but they take me to worldly places and meet other people, people that no one else will meet.
There are so many types of books out there, and someday I hope to own a library.