Books

I just found a paragraph that I wrote for school in fifth grade about something I love. While my sentences were very, very short and don’t really flow, I like the message and I thought it was sweet. Honestly, makes me wish I could go back and hug my 10-year-old self just a little tighter, but anyway... :)

One thing I love is books. A very important reason is that they are very interesting and the topics vary. Plus, they never get boring! I can always find something that interests me whether it be historical fiction or fantasy. I always say I’ll only read for a little and then I finish the book because I can’t put it down. People have to tell me go do something else, otherwise I’d never stop reading. Also, they are very inspirational and intriguing. They can inspire me to do things I never thought I could! I find myself reciting passages to my family because they are so interesting or funny. Plus, books are my companions. They are always “there” for me. Whenever I am mad or sad, I go downstairs to my room and read a book, and after twenty minutes or so, I feel better about everything. And even if I lose a friend, or anything like that, I’ll always have books. The characters are like friends, and they teach me about things I probably would never learn anywhere else. I can meet new people, make friends inside books, and I’ll never lose them. There are so many characters to learn about and love all the way through the story. Finally, books can teach me about things you don’t know. You can learn about other cultures or religions, like buddhism or about a nomadic tribe. I might think another culture is weird, or funky, and then you read about it and find out it’s actually really cool. I can learn fun and interesting facts. There’s always something interesting or new to learn, and I barely even know I’m are learning. All in all, I love books, and life wouldn’t be the same without them.