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My Reading Journey

I could write a book about my journey as a reader. But I’ll write a short blog post instead.

I loved books as a child. As a teenager, I still do. I might even love books more now than I used to. I don’t see that changing when I turn twenty in August. Gosh, I’m getting old.

I used to read all the time as a kid. I still do. Unlike a lot of other things and people, reading is something that’s remained in my life all these years.

More often than not, I found myself bored at school. But I was never bored during silent reading time. That was my favourite part of the day, lunch and recess included. Breaks suck when you have no friends.

I remember a teacher recommending a book to me in grade five. I fell in love with everything about that story. From then on I vowed not to dismiss book recommendations, unless they come from a source I vehemently dislike.

I also remember those assessments teachers did in elementary where they asked students to read a passage out loud. I was terrified I’d come across a word I didn’t know how to pronounce. I can’t recall if my fear ever came to pass. So I like to believe I did well.

Over the summer when I had more time to read, I went through books quickly. I once binge-read an entire series in the span of twenty-two days.

Then high school happened. If my memory serves me correctly, I read more in grade nine and grade twelve. At least, it feels like I did. I’m not sure what happened in grades ten and eleven. I know what happened. I wrote like a madwoman in ten and started this blog in eleven. Perhaps I’ll write a post detailing my writing and blogging journey.

Somehow I’ve managed to read every single day for I want to say the past two years at least. Probably even longer than that. I can’t remember the last time I went twenty-four hours without reading a book. Which is insane.

I began university in 2015. So I’ve had to balance reading for pleasure and reading for school. The previous sentence should read I don’t have a social life. I’m perfectly okay with that. 

Honestly, books got me through some of the toughest times in my life. And I have no doubt they will continue to do so.

12 thoughts on “My Reading Journey

  1. Oh Hon, you sound like a little Rae (my first name). I even had the “blackout” in the same grades and couldn’t tell you what I read or even if I read (but I’m pretty sure I must have.)When I went to college 10 days after high school graduation, I read a lot for escape. Then, I married, moved to Texas, and after establishing residency, I enrolled at a large university. My undergrad days went by in a trudging, slow blur which while carrying 18 hours every semester except for the semester I got permission to take an extra class and its lab, where I took 21 hours. Plus, I was keeping house (well, an apartment) and doing laundry and cooking for two. I would have to say my college days were not fun! However, during that time my husband was out of town for various accounting training and jobs (sometimes for four to six weeks at a time), so I read continuously and discovered the New Yorker magazine and its fiction. I couldn’t afford a subscription, so I’d go to the big library downtown (Houston) and spend hours there reading its copies. I would read into the wee hours, then get up for an 8 o’clock class–there was for the first time in my life no one to tell me to go to bed or to get some sleep. I kept up with the New York Times Bestseller List, and read them all–fiction and non-fiction. It was two years or reading voraciously. When I started teaching school, although I was super busy, I read all the books my junior high kids were reading plus many YA books for my more advanced readers, and we would discuss what we were reading “together.” Now I enjoy a little bit of everything. There’s almost nothing I wouldn’t try. When I returned as a literature major to the university at the age of 40 to earn a Master’s so I could teach at the college, then the university level, I read a huge number of classics and large numbers of books on poetry theory, “good” literature, established authors and many books on literary theory. I just “wallowed” in it, and it was everything my undergrad years were not. Plus, I was mature enough to appreciate it.
    That’s my Reading Journey. I hope I haven’t bored you or made any spelling mistakes…ha!

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    1. Haha. Little Herminia loved reading. That’s awesome to hear. It sounds like you read a lot over the years. I can relate with books being an escape. It very much is. You didn’t bore me at all. And I’m pretty sure you didn’t make any spelling mistakes. Even if you did, don’t worry about it. Thanks for taking the time to share. It was fun to see your journey. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. I can relate to your story. I have been an avid reader since the age of 6. Reading is very much addictive. Once I have a wonderful book in my hands it is very difficult to put it down. Unfortunately getting older meant more responsibilities and taking care of the kids, so I no longer have enough time to read like I used to before.

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  3. Reading was my way of surviving, too. Especially, as you hint, when you aren’t an outgoing socially motivated happy and confident child or teenager. I had to laugh about the big 2-O! I think we create alternate worlds as needed throughout life–hopefully (as in your case), worlds that improve us in some way and are actually enjoyable and informative! I never heard of reading addiction, but if there were such a malady, I would have to say, “Hi, my name is Elouise, and I’m addicted to reading!” ๐Ÿ™‚

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