Just like Alexie refused to fail, neither did I, “I refused to fail. I was smart. I was arrogant. I was lucky.” (Sherman 30). Just like before, Mother would take us to Barnes and Noble and instead of picking out a ghost story, I picked out something that seemed a little more interesting, books about war. The war book was about the weapons and tactics used during the beginning of World War I. I took a liking to the nonfiction books more than the fiction books that we read throughout middle and high school. It started out with only reading when the internet was slow or when Mother would make us. I enjoyed looking at the pictures of the weapons and masks used to protect men from the deadly gasses that were used in trench warfare. Although I did not complete the book, I really loved it. After understanding that I enjoyed nonfiction, I moved onto a different selection of books. I knew that I wanted to read literature that is beneficial to my future career, this is why I chose to read about mental illnesses, like schizophrenia, and the minds of serial killers. As a future FBI agent, these books quickly pulled me into the world of daily reading. I was able to come home from school and read in my room for hours and fully enjoy what other people’s writings had to offer, similar to Alexie learning how much he is passionate for literature, “I read books late into the night, I could barely keep my eyes open.” (Sherman 30). The thought of being able to attain information that many people do not know is very amusing. I was able to retain knowledge and be able to recite the different illnesses, and the symptoms to those interested in learning about them. This love of reading was new and very addicting, getting through my first book was tremendous, but also disappointing because I fell in love with the authors writing, but had to put the book down. When it comes to school, I still do not necessarily fancy
Just like Alexie refused to fail, neither did I, “I refused to fail. I was smart. I was arrogant. I was lucky.” (Sherman 30). Just like before, Mother would take us to Barnes and Noble and instead of picking out a ghost story, I picked out something that seemed a little more interesting, books about war. The war book was about the weapons and tactics used during the beginning of World War I. I took a liking to the nonfiction books more than the fiction books that we read throughout middle and high school. It started out with only reading when the internet was slow or when Mother would make us. I enjoyed looking at the pictures of the weapons and masks used to protect men from the deadly gasses that were used in trench warfare. Although I did not complete the book, I really loved it. After understanding that I enjoyed nonfiction, I moved onto a different selection of books. I knew that I wanted to read literature that is beneficial to my future career, this is why I chose to read about mental illnesses, like schizophrenia, and the minds of serial killers. As a future FBI agent, these books quickly pulled me into the world of daily reading. I was able to come home from school and read in my room for hours and fully enjoy what other people’s writings had to offer, similar to Alexie learning how much he is passionate for literature, “I read books late into the night, I could barely keep my eyes open.” (Sherman 30). The thought of being able to attain information that many people do not know is very amusing. I was able to retain knowledge and be able to recite the different illnesses, and the symptoms to those interested in learning about them. This love of reading was new and very addicting, getting through my first book was tremendous, but also disappointing because I fell in love with the authors writing, but had to put the book down. When it comes to school, I still do not necessarily fancy