Why do I love to read?

Why do I love reading? Why are books a big part of my life? That question gets a really long answer, to tell you the truth. I know that my love of books started at a very young age, very young actually. And it was all thanks to my mom.

You see, I was tested for ADD when I was about six or seven years of age. This worried my mother, I was already struggling in my reading class, and she didn't want me to have problems like she did in school. So she set out with a goal, for me to not have to struggle, to make sure I would have a love for learning, a love for school, and a love for books.

As I am now much older, I can say without a doubt that I do have a love for learning, a love for school, and, of course, an extreme love for books and reading. I believe it borders on the line of obsession. 

Now, let’s go back to the beginning. As I said, my mom didn't want me to struggle in school, especially when it came to reading. And she had a plan.

Parents usually rewards their children when they do good in school, make good grades on test, even better grades on their progress reports. And that’s what my mom did, but instead of taking me out to eat ice-cream or buying me a new toy, my mom took me to Books-a-Million. Yes, she took me to a book store when I did well on a test, and made good grades on my progress reports. I loved this, even as a small child!  

She would even reward me with money, so later I could go buy a book. And at the tender age of seven or eight I had saved well over fifty bucks, just so I could go buy books. This totally took my mom by surprise.  

Not only did she reward me with books, she also read to me almost every night. I can even remember some of the books she read to me. 

I remember on my twelfth birthday, I didn't want much, just a library card. That’s all I wanted, and when my mom took me to get one, dear Jesus, I was beyond happy, jumping for joy and in the most euphoric mood ever! I was also later giving a dictionary and a thesaurus… yeah, that made my day! 

When I was thinking about writing this post, I started thinking back to those times in Elementary school, Middle school, and High school, and I saw a pattern. I realized I have befriended every school librarian since I was in elementary. I got so close to them, throughout my school days, I was able to check books in and out for students! Yes, I did that. I knew each librarian personally and I can still remember each one’s names to this day.

I also even remember that in Middle school and High school I didn't go to lunch that often. Mostly in Middle school, I headed to the library. Yes, I eat my lunch with my librarian. I would put books away, check books in and out and chat with others in the library till it was time to head back to class.

Now, as I got to be in the 11th and 12th grade, my reading started slowing down. Mostly from school, friends, and a boyfriend taking up most of my time, I hung out less in the library like I used to. However, my love of books never faded. I kept reading and eventually started writing little stories and poems here and there.  I remember in 11th grade we had to write a story for my English class, and well, a few days later the English teach, Mrs. Williams, walked in. She started the day off by talking about the stories we had written for her. Then she looked straight at me and said,  “Magen, you’re story, by far, is the best I have read out of all of my other English classes. You did an amazing job!”

I was elated! I remember trying my best to suppress my smile. I remember my friend, Lauren, turning around looking at me and laughing, saying, “She reads all the frickin’ time! Now she’s going to let this go straight to her head!” I died laughing, stating she was corrected.

To this day, I always carry a book with me or my tablet. I usually never leave the house without one or the other. You will also find books hidden throughout my home, in every corner in my room, even under my bed. Stacked in corners, on my nightstand, lying around, here and there.

I would spend every moment reading, if I could, and this is all thanks to my mom. She gave me something I could not thank her enough for. Something that is so precious and so amazing. The passion I have for books and reading started with her, and I believe she gave me the best gift there is, the love of reading.

Now, why do I love reading??

It’s because with the magic of books, I can be whoever I want, do whatever I want, and I can escape in such a magical way. Books enchant me, capture me, and there is nothing better than that. I love the smell of books, the feel of the pages between my fingers, the weight of them in my hands. When I hold a book, my heart speeds up, so much joy and happiness beat through my body and I’m on cloud nine. I can’t wait to start reading the book that I hold in my hands. 

It’s so hard to express the simple euphoric joy I get from books. I get to ride dragons, fight evil, learn magic, fall in love with the bad boys, the heroes, and the underdogs. I have had special, unique powers. I've learned how to wield swords, and lived with elves. I have saved the world, or just been an ordinary girl trying to survive high school. I have also experienced weird paranormal events. I have been to lands far and wide, I have survived disastrous events, even the apocalypse. I have swam with mermaids, I've learned to fight and toppled evil organizations.  I fell in love with an alien, met a reaper, come back from the dead, challenged fate, fought demons, flown with gargoyles, and hung out werewolves and vampires.

I have lived a thousand lives, experienced things those who don’t read, never would imagine. I get to lose myself, go somewhere far away and be so immensely absorb in that other world that I am able to forget about my own life. And, to me, that is the greatest experience, the most wonderful thing in the world. Nothing can ever compare to that.