June 3, 2015 by positivelypeachie
I started reading because I come from a long line of chronic readers. My mom used to power through a novel every couple days – so did all of my aunts, most of my cousins, and even my grandpa could be found with his nose in a book most days. We read – that’s just what we do so its no surprise that my sisters and I are book worms.
But that’s not what made me love reading.
I love reading because I found a book that came alive when I read it. The writing style was so unique, unlike anything I had ever read, and the words seem to dance on the page. The way the story was written made the characters come alive in my mind, and filled me with a taste of how wonderful and almost spiritual reading can be.
Surprisingly (or perhaps not), that author is John Irving. I read “A Prayer For Owen Meany” for a high school project and I was addicted to Irving’s style. He created characters that I could actually see with voices I could actually hear. From there I read almost all of his books – and even though I didn’t always love the story, I was addicted to the way he writes. Whenever I want a slice of my past, or of comfort, I dig out a John Irving book.
Reading Irving opened the door to a plethora of different authors that I now read, and taught me that sometimes the less popular books can be the best. I love Harry Potter, but I also loved The Thirteenth Tale or The Birth House or The Hotel New Hampshire. Now I can be found, most of the time, with a book tucked into my bag or under my nose. I keep a stash of books at work incase I have a lunch break where I have time to read a bit and I read every night before bed…It’s probably an addiction, but I’m ok with that. There are certainly worse things to be addicted to! 🙂
What made you start reading? Do you remember who or what it was that started your book loving addiction?