Adventures in a Book

When I was younger, I hated to read, despised it. Going in to 6th grade, I never read outside of school. Then we read the Westing Game, that book was interesting, suspenseful, and easy to understand. I then started going to the library and I would get one or two books and slowly read them. 8th grade I discovered Twilight and I was addicted. I loved the feeling that you cannot stop reading until you find out what happens next, the feeling like you know each character. I read the 500 page book in two days I had never done that. I then would go to the library and get six books at one time and read them all in a week. Beg my mom to take me back and get six new ones. I began to love the adventure you got from a book, the understanding of situation I had never been in. The description of how it felt to lose someone you loved. I discovered the magic of Harry Potter that was five times greater than the effects of the movie. At the end of 8th grade I found out why people loved books and reading, it was an adventure without living your home, or friends behind. After I read  over half the books in the library I began to reread books, and discover things I missed the first time. That’s the beauty of books you can reread them and the magic of them never goes away it stays and builds. You discover which authors you love and which you stay away from. You get to a point where you have read so many books you cannot remember half of them but you don’t care because you can always reread it and rediscover it. All my high school life I have not stopped reading, I always find the time to keep reading and keep the adventure going.