As my first grade teacher rolls the giant TV station into my class, a majority of my fellow classmates let out an over exaggerated sigh. The lights shut and the screen flicks on, filling the room with the outdated theme song to Reading Rainbow, beginning the reading lesson for the day. From despising Reading Rainbow and getting my first Junie B. Jones book to reading The Catcher in the Rye and Fahrenheit 451, my love for reading has grown to the point of wanting to own a library that one would see on pinterest when looking for cute bookshelf ideas.
The life changing plan launched on my 6th birthday. The house held cake, ice cream, and screaming children. What more could you ask for? Definitely not books, but my parents had a different agenda. With parents that live and breath books and are avid readers comes an undying want to have kids that love reading too, and that established itself within my soul after opening my first present that day. After shredding the already semi-torn wrapping paper, a part of my…
Given, I didn’t want to do the work that came along with it, but the book itself became a pure work of art. If Picasso had decided to take up writing, took the pen name Harper Lee and then created this book. After that, the years went by and my book collection grew. The shelves bared the heavy loads of Fahrenheit 451 and The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury, A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess, Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee, also known as the sequel to To Kill A Mockingbird, and my personal favorite, Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. After reading Catcher last year in English, my mind had flipped yet another page on the scale of how complex I wanted my books to be when I read them. It also gave me a new look on life after doing such close reading on it to prepare for the AP test later that…
