Lay down the Bridges

Opening a new book is like discovering the entry way to a new world. Reading has, in all its own, built the bridges that silently extend from myself to others; leaving me embarking on a journey where I pursue the fabulous knowledge behind every story, every character, and every word. Back then, I didn’t know a simple book could have that much of an effect.
Someone might ask, ‘Have you read before?’ To answer that, I’d say, ‘Of course, I have read books before.’ Plenty, actually. When I was little, my Mom would purchase books by the dozen and read them to me. Due to that, Disney picture books became one of the first stories I’d ever known. As much as I enjoyed them and hitting the replay button on every Disney VHS tape we had, I found myself peeling away from the visual pictures that someone else had formed for me. In kindergarten, I was very influenced by Powerpuff Girls. I had known a classmate by the name of Rachel who always seemed to draw perfectly. (Of course, at that time, I couldn’t even color inside the lines.) One time she had drawn an almost exact replica of the classic three-girl pose and given it to our teacher, Mr. Neff, to display in his classroom. I always remembered looking up at that poster; constantly debating with myself if I were more suited to be Blossom, Bubbles, or Buttercup.
My first chapter book started with Powerpuff Girls; occasionally encountering a few pictures here and there. I went to the library pretty often; oddly exploring many different kinds of genres. My interests led to my teachers giving and personally signing certain books to me. It was a great feeling; but I never continued much from the attention. As I got older and moved to middle school, my reading habits seemed to come to a halting hiatus. It wasn’t until friendly recommendations from teachers and friends that I decided to open up a book again. When I began reading Hunger Games in seventh grade, I stepped into heated discussions about the characters and the story. How the author wrote it, the suspense of it all. Sharing my thoughts with a group of friends jump-started a social circle of friends that I never realized I would keep for years.
Without stories, without ideas, I never would have gained the weird knowledge I pursued. Most of all, I would never have known of the society of people who were brought together because of words on a page. Reading allows me to extend the bridges of myself to others; while allowing enough curiosity to pursue more.

  1. This is a nice reflection on your reading life. I especially like this line: “my reading habits seemed to come to a halting hiatus.” I wonder though– you didn’t evaluate your reading since the beginning of the year.

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