Goodnight Moon Research Paper

Thanks to hours and hours of bedtime stories, I was able to read from the age of 3. In kindergarten I read to my classmates, and by second grade I was reading series like The Boxcar Children and Trixie Belden. Books allowed me to get lost in other worlds full of adventure and excitement. My love for what words can do has extended through high school. I pride myself on my book collection, anything from Hunger Games to The Picture of Dorian Gray. I’ve continued to read all the way through high school, some books four or five times because I love them so much.

When I was younger, the amount of obligations upon me fewer and less likely to affect life in the long term, it was far easier to pursue my passion for fiction. School consumed less time, and the classes were introductions to various principles rather than in depth study. The books contained within the library of my elementary school weren’t great works of literature either. They were simple stories, with simple characters and events, but I loved them anyways. These simple things made sense, a comfort blanket that I simply had to reach into a basket on a shelf to find. When library time rolled around every week, I always managed to find three or four new ones to take home, and then read them all within a day or two. I had never been a particularly athletic child; I had the time and the will to devour as many stories as I possibly could.

I wouldn’t call my life very eventful, having always been the book kid I spent most of my free time in the early years of life reading. Ever since I was young I loved books before with that I even started school I could read, on the first day of school I remember carrying a Junie B Jones book about her first day at school. Growing up my book reading did lower but it never stopped. At recess in sixth grade before I had many friends to play with or hang out with I’d sit by myself under trees and read it was peaceful, along with that books themselves are amazing, I loved and still do love seeing new places just by checking out a book. It’s super cliché but that doesn’t stop it from being true. Books also provided an escape from most of my friendless younger years.

During our recent winter break, I started reading as many novels, novellas, and biographies that piqued my interest. Once I sat down, curled up on the couch, I would start a story and wouldn’t stop reading until I was done, whether the book was 80 pages or 573 pages. Even if the book was horrible, I would still finish what I started. Although I’m concentrating on college and succeeding, I’m falling in love with reading again. Just during our winter break, I read over fifty novels, biographies, and novellas ranging from science fiction, paranormal romance, history, and classical horror

Some of my earliest memories of reading and writing took place in preschool. My former teacher, Mrs. Williams always made reading a fun and new experience which helped encourage us to read. I remember always being excited to read a new book as if I were embarking on a new adventure. My mother also encouraged me to read by reading to my brother and I at bedtime. She also gave us plenty of genres to choose from. Even though my dad did not reach much, my mom was very much interested in books about British crime mysteries. My brother, on the other hand, read anime’ comics and video game instruction pamphlets. Although reading has not been my strongest subject, the subject has always been part of my life.

Do you remember the first book you learned to read? Well, I do and it shaped me into the reader I am today. During my early years in elementary school, I began to learn about what reading was and how to read books. I always remember my kindergarten teacher reading “Love you forever” before I would go to nap time everyday. I eventually learned to read my favorite childhood book on my own. However, this was a problem when I didn't want to branch out and read books to better my reading skills. Reading and writing are such and important aspect in our lives that get abused every day. It may sound silly, but as a young child I came in contact with books that impacted me, changed me, and shaped me into the reader and writer I am today.

It seemed that learning to read simply could not come fast enough. When we went to the library, I would read any book that they told me I could. Reading on the bus, in my room, during class, anywhere I had enough space to read and my book with me. I loved the concept of visualizing the characters in my mind and watching them interact with one another, and for that reason, the only books I usually read during this time were fiction. Whether it was realistic or not, or if the characters were male or female, I would follow the story wherever it went, and I loved to see where it would take me. Some of my first books that I read were the Series of Unfortunate Events and I found myself sympathizing with the Baudelaire children as they had to fight against Count Olaf; or I travelled through the land of Narnia with Lucy and found myself standing under the lamppost. My interest in reading had soared in elementary school, and I was free to read as I pleased.

Reading has been one of my favorite hobbies since I was a little child. I grew up as a normal child should grow and eventually I had to start learning for me to fit in society. My literacy started many years ago, after I knew how to talk and communicate with people. Reading my alphabet was quite stressful and I had to be given a hand by my family members. I remember my parents reading with me and it was the most meaningful and memorable way to spend time with me. This is because I liked reading a lot and I was eager to learn so that I could fit in with my older siblings. My favorite books were storybooks taking about adventures and fairytales

For as long as I can remember, I have been consumed with books, from the adventures that

Ever since I was in elementary school, I have had a strong fascination with literature. Overtime, I had a plethora of books lining my bookcases and barely had room for any more. Reading was a necessity to me and it still is to me today. I eat, sleep, and breath literature because I feel like it’s essential to my academic career. Literature does many wonderful things like, teach me about life lessons, transport me to a new world that I have only dreamed about going to, and discover new vocabulary.

The beginning of my interest in reading goes way back, although I don’t have any defining “aha!” moment, where I all of a sudden enjoyed reading books. There were always books around when I was growing up, if I was at my grandparents house it was the books they kept from their youth; classics like Treasure Island or any Hemingway book, the hard covers permanently infused with dust; plenty of History books, particularly World War II history; and the children’s books I always received as presents when I visited. My mom also read a lot, but more modern books, like supernatural or light horror books, nothing too difficult (or scary). I spent a lot of time reading magazines, mostly Video Game (note: spent more time creating stories off the

As a child, my interests were more focused on reading than writing. In elementary school I fell in love with books. Initially I read simple children’s books, much like everybody else in my class, but it did not take long for my passion to drive me to read more difficult writings. Fiction books quickly became a replacement for any childhood toys. Instead of blocks or stuffed animals I would ask my parents for books. Since they were aimed at young readers, they tended to be short. I found myself going through them within days, and then soon several hours. Towards the end of elementary school I was reading series like Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. I was captivated, and reading truly opened up a whole new world for me.

Piles of books were being displayed on the front lawn and being sold for ten cents for anyone at the garage sale. At the age of nine instead of running towards the dolls, I ran to the books. While my mother spent time looking around, I rummaged through the books to find any book that peaked my interested. From that moment and on, my love for books grew. Many of my fondest memories is going to garage sales or even if my parents wanted to spoil me, a book store. During my middle school years, I began writing fantasy romance short stories in my journals. Once my parents can afford a desktop, I had pages of pages of these stories. My relationship with writing has always been there for me to explore all the ideas of a dystopian world. It was an outlet for me for a very long time and also if I did not like the ending to one of the books I read, I would rewrite it to alter it to my liking. Throughout my high school career, I have taken honor classes and enjoyed the tasks that were given to me. Literature was not only a subject that was mandatory and dull but a way to challenge my perspective. Also to learn not only different worlds that were created from the stories but to understand those that wrote it.

As I grew up, I developed an immense love for literature and expressed profound gratitude towards the authors who could ignite my imagination. I learned to read by exposing myself to books and practicing until I knew how to properly pronounce the words out loud. Most importantly, my significant influences are my parents who always

The time that my mother took to read to me constantly had a lot to do with my passion for reading to this day. I can get lost in a story much easier than I can a movie or t.v. show. Even though, I do love marathoning t.v. shows on Netflix, reading is my biggest passion. I have tons of books and book collections. I am often so involved with the book and the characters that when I finish the book I am sad, it is almost like a break up. I will even re-read the same book just because I loved it so much.