What I Think About Reading

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I’M crazy about reading. If I had a whole Sunday afternoon free, I would prefer to stay home with a good book than to go out. Unless, of course, if Mommy were to take me out to the library or the bookstore.

It’s hard to say how many books I own, but one thing’s for sure, I have a lot. At home, I have a bookshelf slightly bigger than the front door of my home. With five shelves, it can hold about 200 books. I’ve never counted and I don’t wish to, but that would be my guess. The plan when Mommy and Daddy bought it for me was to share it with my kid sister, Claire. As it turns out, the entire bookshelf has become mine. Well, almost. Let’s just say it’s nine parts mine, and one part hers.

Now that this bookshelf has been jam-packed for about a year now, Mommy has come up with an edict: “You can’t buy any more books.” Which explains why I have been visiting the library more than ever, maxing out my quota each time, and sometimes even Mommy’s. Now that it’s the holidays, the library has bumped up the borrowing limit from eight to sixteen. Of course, you don’t have to guess how many books I checked out from the Queenstown library in my recent visit there.

So, what is it about reading that’s special? Reading is good for you. It’s food for the mind, and definitely better than watching TV or playing computer games. What I particularly like about reading is the feeling of diving into a story that gets more exciting by the page. You turn a page, and another, and yet another, and you find that you just can’t stop.

I get this feeling in the many many books I’ve read, but most memorably in Shannon Hale’s “Ever After High,” “Goddess Girls,” by Joan Holub and Suzanne Williams, and my all-time favorite, “Harry Potter.” I’ve read all eight of them. Nothing comes close to J.K. Rowling’s masterpiece. Her characters, her villains, her gift for storytelling and suspense—they’re the best.

Next to best are comics, a genre Mommy isn’t particularly keen about. Parents tend to think that reading comics is not real reading. I disagree. One can also read classics in comic form, just as I have, such as “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,” “Wizard of Oz,” and “Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.” In any case, what I have read should technically be called graphic novels rather than comics.

Let’s hope parents would change their minds. That includes you too, Mommy!

(434 words)

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Hannah Lee, Primary Four
June 2017

For more essays by Hannah, visit Hannah Writes.

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