How I Became a Reader Again...

When I was a wee child, I LOVED reading. I was like a little Matilda...Or I guess, just like Matilda seeing how she is already little...Anyways...I was like Matilda. Dragging my little plastic wagon behind me while my Mother and I walked to the library once a week. I would fill the tub of the wagon with all sorts of treasures. Even "adult" books(as my mom would put it) on birds, history, etc. If it had an enticing cover, I wanted it. So maybe I couldn't understand what the heck the author was talking about, or what the hell that bird was, I loved looking at the pictures, and loved the feel of it in my hands, and I enjoyed hearing my mom read them to me...Bless her patience! Of course, I loved Children's books as well. The classic Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein, to name a few. As I grew out of Children's books, my love for Early Chapter Books began:

    

I would devour book after book. If I wasn't playing outside with friends, I was found under a tree, on my porch or in my room reading. Wherever I went, I had a book in hand. Do you guys remember Scholastic Book Orders? Do they still do those? Every month was like Christmas. I mean come on, a little catalogue full of the latest goodies, fresh for the pickin'? Dangerous! Anyways, a little reader I was and I was damn proud of it!

Then came 8th grade and for some reason that I truly cannot remember, my love for reading faded. I don't know if it's because the "crowd" I hung around with didn't read, or what, but I just gave it up...Just like that! However, my bookshelf always remained in my bedroom. Stocked full of old favourites that were just shouting at me to pay them a visit.

High School came and went(thank god!) and still, not much reading. I read the required reading for school but that did little to re-ignite the passion. Then it came...The big phenomenon. The series that had prepubescent and adult girls and boys flipping their Sh!t! Twilight!

Yes, I said it, Twilight. Twilight is the reason I am reading now. Sure, I may have stumbled upon something else but we'll never know now will we? I read it. I freaking loved it, and I devoured the series. It re-ignited my love. Yes, it may have rekindled my love for reading in a Paranormal way, meaning I didn't want to read anything if it didn't have at least one super hot vampire and/or Werewolf and one Naive, love-blind girl. But I was reading, and that's the moral of the story here.

Now, my love for reading is much more broad. I've re-read the Twilight books and yes, they are flawed. Yes, there are moments that I just want to slap Bella upside the head now. However, if it wasn't for this "little" series, my love for reading may still be lurking, deep down within me, begging to come out. It feels like many New Moon's ago..See what I did there...That this re-ignition happened, and it feels like I never stopped. I still visit old favourites; I just finished Charlie and The Chocolate Factory for the millionth time. And already have a mini library set up to read to my niece's when they are ready. The power of reading is indescribable. Something that can only be understood by experiencing it.

I will always be grateful for those Twilight books. I still proudly display them on my Bookshelves. You should never be ashamed of something you enjoyed or loved. 

Were you always a reader? Is there a certain book that ignited or re-ignited your passion for reading? Do tell by commenting below!