Books Glorious Books!
I don't quite remember the first time I thought of a book as a collective thing. I just know I've been in love with the written word for so long that I don't think I could live without it. It's like breathing; if I stop reading, writing and collecting books, I feel like I'll die from not breathing. Books are my oxygen, they are my life, they are my joy and they keep me from being sick. Books have rescued me from the pains of the world, they have helped me escape from the horrors of my illnesses and the taken me into another world altogether - even if it's just for a few hours.
I have a collection of around 500 books in my little town house here in Logan City. That's about 4 bookcases in a small back room I call my office. I love being surrounded by my books and feel quite comfortable when I am surrounded by shelves of books like this. Dad doesn't understand why or how; he feels very closed in. I feel as though I've got friends around me. I know that sounds insane, but I do.
At the age of 4, I taught myself to read. My older brother was going to school and hated reading; but I found the little red books fascinating and stole them from his school bag and learnt to read. After that, I wanted to know more! There was so much to know and so much more to read. And the first book I could get my hands on was the Bible; it was the only book in the car. After driving my folks up the wall with the first chapter of The Good Book each and every time we got into the car, they replaced it with a few Enid Blyton books; and I was set! My reading took off! I was the youngest member of the family to get a library card; and little wonder, we had a library five minutes walk up the road. Every Saturday morning, I was always found there, reading the books in the children's section.
By the time I reach school, my reading skills was two grades ahead of the rest of the class; and the teachers didn't like that. But the Principal told them to just give me the books that challenged me. However, reading wasn't the only thing I was good at. The teachers found that I was good at writing too. I didn't win that many friends with this talent. However, I wasn't much good at any other subject. So, as the years passed - and tutors came and went - I started working on my English more and Maths less. By the time I was going to high school, I knew exactly what I wanted to be... a writer. And not just any writer: a fiction writer.
I have a collection of around 500 books in my little town house here in Logan City. That's about 4 bookcases in a small back room I call my office. I love being surrounded by my books and feel quite comfortable when I am surrounded by shelves of books like this. Dad doesn't understand why or how; he feels very closed in. I feel as though I've got friends around me. I know that sounds insane, but I do.
At the age of 4, I taught myself to read. My older brother was going to school and hated reading; but I found the little red books fascinating and stole them from his school bag and learnt to read. After that, I wanted to know more! There was so much to know and so much more to read. And the first book I could get my hands on was the Bible; it was the only book in the car. After driving my folks up the wall with the first chapter of The Good Book each and every time we got into the car, they replaced it with a few Enid Blyton books; and I was set! My reading took off! I was the youngest member of the family to get a library card; and little wonder, we had a library five minutes walk up the road. Every Saturday morning, I was always found there, reading the books in the children's section.
By the time I reach school, my reading skills was two grades ahead of the rest of the class; and the teachers didn't like that. But the Principal told them to just give me the books that challenged me. However, reading wasn't the only thing I was good at. The teachers found that I was good at writing too. I didn't win that many friends with this talent. However, I wasn't much good at any other subject. So, as the years passed - and tutors came and went - I started working on my English more and Maths less. By the time I was going to high school, I knew exactly what I wanted to be... a writer. And not just any writer: a fiction writer.
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