I can’t quite remember when I first fell in love with books. At the age of five or six, I met my first book at school. There was something about the way the book felt in my hand, firm and solid, the flicker of the pages, the pictures as they danced about on the page, lighting up my imagination and making me fall with a fictional world where anything could happen. After that moment, nothing could stop me. While other kids went out to play, I went to the library and stocked up on book after book, digesting stories about anything that would interest me. Reading Jacqueline Wilson taught me about the fact that it was okay to be different from my peers and that one day, I would meet people who were more like me. Judy Blume guided me through the awkward years of puberty and Roald Dahl taught me laugh in the face of adversity.I was reading well above my years and before I knew it, my appetite for the next read was insatiable.
Reading is still just as important to me as it was when I was that young girl wandering into Narnia and being terrified of Dementors. Books made my world more colourful, enjoyable and reminded me that there was a bigger world out there that I would one day be able to explore as an adult. Even now if I am lonely, sad or just need one big warm hug, I will retreat into a corner and just read a book. I bought a kindle a couple of years ago and it was the best investment I ever made. Even though sometimes, I miss the feeling of an actual book, I love the fact that no matter where I go in the world, my books can come with me.
This World Book Day, give someone young in your life their first book and fire up their appetite for reading. We always say that books are better than the film. Films are someone else’s imagination projected up to a wide screen but books. Books give you characters that you create a personal sacred bond with and they touch your hearts like no other.
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