Sunday, January 9, 2011

Caught Red Handed, I Am Guilty

In seventh grade, I changed schools. On one of my first days in class, my silent sustained reading class, we took a survey. One of the questions asked, "How many books do you own?"

At the time, I was completely engrossed in my "Sammy Keys and the Hotel Thief" novel, very cool book cover by the way. I remember that question so distinctly because honestly, I had no idea how many books I had. I was an obsessive reader. I think that I answered 300 and that probably was an understatement.

I loved to read. Commonly, I would take out books and return them next day. It took the librarian only a few times to realize that I was finishing the books, and not just returning them because they were bad.

But the point of all of this was that I loved to read. I was addicted to reading. The Christmas before that year, I believe that I received 40 books, and it was great! Reading was my life.

And then seventh grade started..... and the reading stopped.

And thinking about that makes me very sad. I don't love to read anymore. I have tried over and over again to find that love for reading, but it is hidden somewhere far far away.

Sure, I read occasionally, but nothing serious, not like before. But I know that it's still out there, and I know that I can find it.

So I am going to begin the journey again. I am going to find my passion for the written word. It may be a long and hard journey, but I know when I find it, this will be great again.

Maybe I just need to reread Sammy Keys.

So, if any of you have been wanting to pick up a book again, but just can't seem to find the time because you are glued to your computer screen. This is your chance. Shut the lip and open up a book.

Good Luck!!!

1 comment:

  1. School tends to do that to ya. I rediscovered my love of reading after college graduation, when I could actually choose the subject. No more 16th Century Spanish Lit for me! ;)