How my love for books started
By
Agnetha de Castro
I
still remember the day when I started to read books. It was the fault of one
Sweet Valley Kids volume that I borrowed from a classmate. I don’t know what
compelled me to read that. Maybe it has something to do with the colorful cover
or the way my classmate’s face shone with happiness over the written words in
those pages. But I am glad that my interest for reading was triggered that day and
before I knew it, I consumed the book in almost one sitting and borrowed some
more from her.
When
I finished reading her books, I became an active member of our library and read
all their Sweet Valley collections. When there was nothing more for me to read
on Sweet Valley, I explored other books like the Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys and
even Mills and Boon series.
That
was one of the clearest memories I’ve had of reading. And from that day
onwards, I started to read as many books as I could possibly get my hands on.
I
never knew such joy and happiness as what I have found between the pages of the
books I’ve borrowed and bought. It can never be replaced by momentary bursts of
glee over a new gadget or some such thing. It is ever constant and
irreplaceable. Such is my love for reading books. And it is a certainty that I
would have books above any other material thing.
Even
if I would grow old, wrinkled and with very bad eyesight, I would never break
the habit of reading books.
Such
is my love and passion for it.
About
me:
Guest
writer for Maimai’s blog. Anime addict. Movie junkie. Faithful follower and
reader of many, many books.
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