Since a very young age, I've loved reading- no matter what the genre was or the topic, I devoured books hungrily, often refusing to get up from my curled position until the book was finished.
My earliest memories include the Jennifer Yellow Hat and Roger Red Hat learning books, they had routine lives and you'd learn of their mundane anecdotes. As ability improved and imagination grew, I would flick through the novels my elder sister would bring from the library. I remember a huge infatuation with spy/detective novels, [Famous Five&Secret Seven] and broken-home themed novels by Jacqueline Wilson. Nick Sharratt's cute illustrations made the books more lovable and memorable.
As I grew up, I was enthralled by Harry Potter [come on, this was inevitable], I think the love still hasn't worn off much. I still pick up the random copies of HP and start from the middle just to relive the magic once again. Like any fan, I seeked other fans and the dorm-corridor I lived at 16 was the perfect place. All my corridor mates were huge HP fans, we'd sit up at night and discuss our favourite characters [mine: Luna Lovegood&Ron Weasley, no contest] and mark our mental countdowns for the next novels. Rowling had us captured in her web of magic and adventure, our mutual zeal for her novels brought a close connection between me and my corridor mates. We had a special bond as our discussions would often go on a tangent from one discussion of HP-related talk, I remember a friend [a non-HP fan] who'd always complain how boring we were, I used to tell her that once she'd read the novels our love would be justified and explained. The books created friendships which I cherish til today, the HP link made conversation flow easily and a stronger bonding between us all. Amazing stuff.
Books still hold a major role today in my life, I've not lost the zeal and ardour for reading. Today while I was walking to the local library, I realised that there's no better feeling than just holding a great book in your hand and delving into the unknown world with full trust that losing yourself is just an option that you choose for yourself. My opinion of libraries being a sanctuary for all was reinforced by my short visit today, the young played with picture books on soft, fluffy rugs and the elderly sat with newspapers, eyebrows furrowed and legs crossed- we were all immersed in our own brand of reading and I think that's truly amazing.
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A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy. ~Edward P. Morgan
No one could say it more spot on!
I adore this post. My feelings are the same. Fave books? Ones with happy endings, and ACE psychological thrillers (ooh, ooh, the Lincoln Rhyme series by Jeffery Deaver! Read it, please! I'll love you forever and ever and ever!)
Go libraries! XD
Love, Falak
This took everyone out of my mouth and made it sound a million times better, no one I know reads books like me or gets into them as me and this is how I would love to explain to them.
I also still can not explain my love for the hp collection..master piece...art!!
=] I love your posts always
I agree! :)
i loved this post coz i felt its me writing all that hehe..
HP fan here i am too :D : D :D grew up with all the characters...
and i soooo agree that books give you best feeling ever...i have friends who read books online or even on mobiles :s and i wonder how does that even justify the feeling that one gets of actually holding a book, turning the pages and most of all smelling the books :D :D
when i was in 4th grade...i picked up a book and held it close to my face...coz i was angry with my bro and didnt want to speak to him
in my anger i started reading that book...my first hardy boys thing...and havent stopped to date
p.s. though the choice of authors has changed since :P
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