Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Writing About Reading

Ever since I was five, sitting on my mom's lap, stumbling across a story about a bird looking for its mother, I have loved reading. It is rare for me to find a novel I don't enjoy. I love the smell of a fresh, new book, the sound of the spine cracking, and the feel of each page; thin, but essential to the story.

As much as I love reading, I hate starting books. At the beginning of a new book, there is nothing to focus on except learning a new setting, characters, and plot. I wish books could start out exciting, but I know the storyline has to work up to the climax. Knowing that there will be a climax full of suspense and excitement is all it takes to make me stick through the beginnings of books. After all, it will only be a matter of time before I won't want to put the book down.

I read best in silent and solitary environments. Curled up in a comfy chair, I could get lost in another world of books. Over my years of reading, I've traveled to Narnia, the Oregon Trail, San Francisco, and China just to name a few. I'm looking forward to the places I might visit in books in the future.