Autobiographical Reader

I can remember as far back to grade school, being excited to read The Magic Treehouse book series, and wanting to finish them as quickly as possible, only to get on to the next book in the collection. I was so proud of myself when I finished my first book in one whole day. I couldn't have been more excited to tell my Aunt Susie, a grade school teacher, about the books I read. During the holidays, my favorite part visiting my family was to be able to discuss the books with her; she was so smart and she knew of every book I talked about. We talked for what seemed like forever and by the time she left for home,  I was sitting on the couch, snuggled up in a blanket with my nose in a book. My favorite part of reading was (and still is) the way that the words on the page painted a picture in my mind, and I was in my own, perfect world. 

     I'm guilty. I haven't read much in the last couple high school years. And as much as I can blame it on how busy I am with my work and school, that really shouldn't be a reasonable excuse. I love to read, but I'm just not motivated enough to spend time in the library looking through the shelves for the one book that stands out at that moment. Now, this doesn't mean that I don't like to  read. I enjoy it a lot, actually. Going on road trips especially gives me quality time to read. If I find a book I enjoy, I'll read hours on end, which is what usually happens when I find interesting books. 

     Like mentioned earlier, my favorite part about reading is that as soon as you open the book, you're entered in a different world. Whether it's a world full of underwater sea creatures, or fire breathing dragons, or even on the 7th grade recess playground, you can make this world however you like. And, you can paint everyone's physical appearance and hear the sound of the character's voices, and no one can tell you that you're wrong. This is your own perfect world.