The first time I started reading passionately, I was in 8th grade. I had recently changed schools, and the new school had the biggest library I had ever seen. I began taking books home and returning them so I could read new ones. It was a place filled with wonder and excitement and my love for books and libraries started.
Now that I look back, I was really into books as a teenager. I read a variety of books during my teen years: collection of short stories, mystery books, tales of adventure and courage, books with illustrations. Reading helped me cope with my emotions, while gaining so much insight into life’s various questions.
Books then, meant as much to me as they do now. I don’t remember how I managed to read so much but it never felt like a task rather like a fun escape from reality.
I have always had a deep love for libraries, thankfully we have a small collection of books at home now, thanks to my sister’s efforts. I honestly do believe I am a better person for reading. I am grateful that I found books at that age, I am also grateful for each book that I have read since then.. 📖