At school, I hide my bibliophile and journaling fancies because I fear my own shadow as a groundhog fears its. I am that child who hides under her covers late at night because she shivers at the possibility of monsters lurking around her room, an ostrich that ducks its head in a burrow because it sense danger. I feign an air of indifference towards books and journaling at school or any other public place because of my dread of excessive exposure, of judgment, and of contempt. Perhaps I am a shy individual, but once I arrive home my book/journal portal is my hammock, cocoon that allows me to lean back and be …show more content…
I read the first Harry Potter book the summer before the fourth grade. I remember how the idea of moving staircases and using magic with wands and sneaking out of dorms to involve in reckless behavior intrigued me that I could not wait to go to school. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered Hogwarts was actually a fictional school. Right. What is more, The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho takes me on the journey of a Shepard boy named Santiago seeking for the treasures of life. He travels from his homeland Spain to the Great Pyramids in Egypt. On his way to Egypt, he encounters a king, a Gypsy woman, and a shopkeeper who direct him on the journey of his