Can I confess something terrible to book lovers everywhere?
Can I trust you with my secret??
I’ve never read Harry Potter.
I know! I wish I could love it and all things potter and Hogwarts, but I failed after many attempts to enjoy it. I only read one of the Hunger Games books and thought it was just alright.
I know, it’s terrible. Please don’t fault me for my lack of reading these books. I’ve read plenty of others and enjoyed them dearly.
I love books.
When I meet someone and they tell me “I don’t like to read”, I question if our friendship can continue. I want so badly to run home and grab all my books and throw them all on the ground and say “here pick one! I”ll change your mind”. I love my books. A little part of my soul dies when I have to tell a student to put away a good book because we’re in math class and I need them to learn math for the next 20 minutes.
Once upon a time reading was a treasured gift. Books were special and read frequently, but now it seems we have a million other things we would rather do or watch instead of reading. The more students I teach the more I want them to read. Just read. I don’t care if you can do all the other things, just love reading. It changes everything.
My books take me to places I’ll never go and journey with characters I’ll never meet.
Life is better between the pages. On these pages, I disappear from the world I really live in for a few minutes and go on an adventure. I’ve solved mysteries, found where Bernadette actually went, laughed my way through another Sophie Kinsella book, and been inspired by the likes of Bob Goff and Annie F. Downes.
I try to not take it personally when a book is turned into a movie and it’s not up to par. A movie can be good, but it will never be better than a book.
I loved I am the cheese because the very last line of the book explained the title and that was genius. I adored 7 by Jen Hatmaker because it made me realize funny and sarcastic girls who liked to do weird things had a place in this world. I laughed my way through The Wedding Night by Sofia Kinsella. I cherish A Little Princess for all that is. I contemplated an 8 pm coffee run to avoid sleep and finish Looking for Lovely by Annie. My soul felt rejuvenated after Why the Sky is Blue and I miss those characters. I love my books.
I’ve realized my life is better with books. Not simply because I can escape the world I’m living in, but that they bring me a calmness and peace I find nowhere else. Books are everything and so much more.
What’s the last great book you’ve read?