Why I Read

Ever since the first time I read a book (sometime in first grade with an elephant, that's all I remember), I couldn't put them down. I love to read and I always need that little time to myself where I can sit back and relax with a good book. It’s a time that I can have to myself and, most of the time; my family can just leave me alone.

Books seem like they’re always going to a part of life, whether it’s electronic or hand-held. For me, personally, I like holding the books in my hand, especially if it’s a new book and has that new book smell. There’s something about the way a new book looks and feels when I hold it in my hands, anticipating the first few pages of the book. That’s the most exciting part of reading for me. The thrill of the new book.

Books provide the entertainment I need when I'm in the car, or just waiting for something to happen, for a few hours. On a car ride to my grandparent’s house in Cleveland, I almost always bring a Nicholas Sparks book. By the time my mom's car makes it to the exit on the highway, depending on the size of the book, I’m done, or halfway through the book. Or, while waiting for a dance competition to end, my teammates know that I’m huddled in the corner of the dressing room, iPod on, and a good book in my hand.