I remember the first book I read: “Are You My Mother?” In retrospect, four-year-old me was just reciting it from memory having listened to my parents read it so many times.
People who know me know that I love to read. I’m probably one of the only students who’s gotten in trouble for reading in class … twice (sorry Ms. Welze). I’ve read hundreds of books in my life, but some have really stood out to me.
The book that really got me hooked on reading was “The Land of Stories” by Chris Colfer. I can vividly recall immersing myself in the story, feeling as though I had been transported into another world just like Alex and Conner. My third-grade self longed for the Portal Potion I knew I couldn’t get, but, looking back, books were the only potion I needed. Even now, almost 10 years later, I still find solace in re-reading those books.
On the topic of re-reading, I definitely can’t count how many times I’ve read “Drama,” “Sisters,” or “Smile” by Raina Telgemeier. I related the most to “Sisters,” so, obviously, it was always open on my Kindle. At some point, I knew all three books by heart and could picture the drawings before I flipped the page. And honestly, “Drama” is one of the reasons I decided to pursue theatre. When I’m on stage, I think back on the lessons and skills I learned from Justin, Cassie, and Jesse.
As I got older, my taste in books gradually matured. Books like “Wonder,” “Out of My Mind,” and “Mockingbird” taught me acceptance and compassion.
“The Nightingale,” “The Hunger Games,” and “Fourth Wing” taught me that girls can be warriors too, allowing me to develop into a strong, confident young woman. I looked up to characters like Katniss and Isabelle, and I continue to aspire to be like them.
But when I came to Pinewood, I was introduced to an entirely new world of literature. Seventh grade was such an enlightening experience because I was seeing books in a way I never knew existed. “The House On Mango Street” showed me the depth and complexity of literature, sparking my love for literary analysis.
Going through my school books over the years, I see the shift from random scribbles on every other page to detailed notes overflowing the margins. I find it increasingly difficult to navigate around the sticky notes accumulating on the pages.
Though I’ve lost count of the number of books I’ve read, I can definitely remember what each book has instilled in me: curiosity, courage, understanding, and so much more. I’ve grown up with so many books, characters, and authors influencing my way of life. It’s beautiful just how much power words contain.
