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 First of all, dear non-existent readers I'd like to introduce you all to Wilson. For some reason I really love this MS painting...
Anyways,
Recently I've finished The Book Theif a great book that I suggest all non-existent people read. The book wasn't totally about the stealing of books, but a large part of it was, along with the subject of writing.
As a writer it gave me warm fuzzies.
As a reader it brought up meomries of what books have changed my life. There's three (ish, if you count a whole series as one book, which I do.)
1. A Magic Tree House Book: Mummies in the Morning by Mary Pope Osbrone.
I was nine and in 4th grade when I read this book. At that time most of my reading was looking at pictures of animals in nonfiction books. Needless to say, I was behind in reading. I was in special ed.
Stuck in a classroom, having read all the pictures books I wandered over to the "chapter book" section. The picture of the cat on this book attracted me. This is the book that it just clicked.
I understood reading, I understood how. I finished the book in 40 minutes, a feat for my little non-reader self.
After this book I decided that I would always read chapter books. No more with the pictures books.
2. TailChaser's song by Tad Williams.
I was 11 and in seventh grade. My reading was still below average, but I was steadily catching up to my classmates.
I had been attracted to these book because it had a picture of a cat on it, and well it was about cats. My mom bought it for me.
The first time I tried to read it I got really confused. The author used a different name for that cat than the characters in the book did. I had asked my special ED tutor for help. (I was in normal classes by then, but got pulled out to get helped.) She told me to get an easier book.
That really hurt for a moment, but then I took it as a challenge, I had to prove her wrong--Mrs. Murphy.
That was the day I decided that once I finished a book, no matter what, I'd finished it. Nothing was too hard for me. I feel in love with the book as I determinedly made my way though it.
Years later, while re-reading it I found that it was actually a pretty bad written book.
3. The Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews.
I was fifteen and in 10th grade by the time I read this book. I was reading at a college level by then.
That year was the year that my mom really abandoned my little sister and I with our grandma. She had visited the year before, but not so much that year.
I started reading all the books my mom had ever suggested I read. That included The Flowers in the Attic. A book about four siblings that get locked in an attic by their mother.
I was sitting up late one night, crying my eyes out while I read the book.
It wasn't so much the book, though that was sad, but I had realized that like the mother in the book, my mom had abandoned my sister and I.
I was in a bit of a slump after that, but then I realized I had to stop waiting for my mom to come back and fix things.
I started to take care of my little sister, I started to get my grades up. I signed up for AP classes.
There was very little time that year to right what I had done wrong.
That book made me realize what I needed to do. Years later my mom came back.
I find it a little odd or noteworthy that it was a book my mom suggested for me to read that ultimately helped me move on with my life.
 Desi the fuzzy fluffhead · Sun Oct 03, 2010 @ 11:55am · 0 Comments |
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