Reading has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Even when I did not know how to read yet, I used to look through books which I absolutely loved. And when I learned how to read a book, by myself, it became a part of me. There have been times when I haven’t read as much, or when I was confused as to what my reading taste truly was, but books have always been a part of my life.
A while ago, I was thinking about all the memories I associate with reading, and how much of an impact reading has had on my life; if I’m honest, I was a bit emotional. These are happy memories, or difficult moments that were a bit easier thanks to books and reading; they mean a lot to me. So I thought I would talk about those memories today.
📔 I very distinctly remember that one moment from when I was five years old and in my last year of kindergarden. By then, I had learned how to read, and my teacher asked me if I wanted to read a small book to the class. So we sat down, her next to me so she could help if I struggled, facing the class and I read a book to my classmates. I was so proud of myself, I still remember that feeling twenty years later. I was so nervous at the time, but it went so well, it really was a happy moment from my childhood.
📔 In the living room of my childhood home (from which I moved when I was 9), we had a shelf with my mum’s graphic novels and comic books. Most of them I didn’t enjoy, but I had a few I adored and I would be sitting on the floor next to the shelf, reading them over and over again. I knew the stories by heart, but it didn’t matter; I enjoyed reading them everytime. I stopped when I grew up, but those were quiet moments I loved as a kid.
📔 I am very lucky; my mum was (and still is) a reader like I am and we would go to the library very often to choose new books to read. When I moved at 9 years old, I had a very difficult time with it, but going to the library was still one of those moments I loved. I’d spent so long choosing books and I would take home as many books as my library allowed, and start reading them right then in the car on the way home. I often took out the same books as well, because I loved them so much. I can remember choosing The Babysitter’s club books, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants or La Quête d’Ewilan which is a book series from a french author. Even thinking about it makes me smile.
📔 For my eight birthday, a friend gifted me a Harry Potter boxset with books one to four, and at first, I was so disappointed. Don’t ask me why, but I was certain I would not like them. It took me a while to decide to read them, and I was so surprised when I completely fell in love with the story and characters. After that, I would wait for the library to buy the newest release or if I could, buy it myself because I was really looking forward to continuing the story. I very much remember the wait between book six and book seven seemed SO LONG.
📔 I also went to so many garage sales growing up, buying used books and start reading them right away in the car on the way home, just as I did when we went to the library. I pretty much always found at least one book I thought would be interesting and I loved discovering new books I maybe would not have bought otherwise. People recommended books as well which was so fun!
📔 When I was thirteen, we had to read a novel about The Legend of Arthur for my french class. I can’t remember the name of the novel, but I still remember the cover was dark blue. I loved it so much, which did not happen often with school required reading, and I was so excited to study it in class. I would love to find that book again and reread it.
📔 A few years later, I saw the trailer for a tiny movie called Twilight. I loved that trailer, and when I learned the movie was based on books, I was determined to read them in the few months before the movie released. I found books one and three secondhand and I bought book two with birthday money I think? I cannot tell you how many times I reread Twilight. Book one was the book I read when I was bored, sick, or depressed, often in one sitting because I knew the story by heart but I loved it with all my heart. I might not think the same way if I reread it today, but at the time, it was really important to me.
📔 Then a friend recommended I read The Hunger Games. So I decided to pick up the first book one evening, thinking I’d read a few chapters then go to sleep. But oh no, that did not happen: I found myself staring at the last page, at 2 in the morning, shocked. I LOVED it so much I did not see the time pass me by. I remember checking if my parents realized my light was on at that time (because I was not supposed to be up by then) but they didn’t and I fell asleep thinking about the story. Two months later, I asked for book 2 & 3 for Christmas!
Here are the memories I thought about a while ago. I read in french throughout my childhood, which is why the covers are the french versions. I have many more memories with reading since then, like when I read my first books in english, or the many times I tried to start a book blog… And despite my still on-going reading slump, I wanted to remember how much I love reading. I love it with all of my heart, and I’m sure I’ll start reading more regularly soon enough. Books and reading have had such a positive impact on my life, and I wanted to share that.
I would love for you to share some of your memories that you associate with reading in the comments so we can chat!
Until next time,