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Literacy Narrative Essay: My Love For Reading
Core I Essay: Literacy Narrative Megan Smith
ENC Valencia Students Prof. Phillips ENC 1102 02/16/15
My Love for Reading
The first books I ever started reading were Winnie the Pooh and Dr Suess books. When I was young my parents were really good about getting me started with reading different books and for a long time I loved reading, as long as it was books I got to choose and enjoyed reading myself. Once I got further along in school and they started mandating what books we had to read I got to the point where I didn’t find reading enjoyable any longer. I didn’t like most of the books my teachers were picking for us to read so I felt like I had to force myself to read them and it caused me to even stop reading books outside of school
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When I find a book I really enjoy and I get started I will lose track of time and sometimes end up finishing the book in one sitting. Even though I know this is horrible, if I don’t like a way a book is going sometimes I will skip to the end of a book to make sure it will end the way I like. If it doesn’t I will just stop reading and move on to a different book. My fiancé always thinks it’s funny because we’ll be sitting on the couch watching a show together and as soon as a commercial comes on I’ll pick up my Kindle and start reading my book, usually he has to pause the show because I’ll still be reading once it comes back on. He always says I have the Kindle glued to my side. I even have it sitting next time right now so I can continue reading my book once I finish writing this narrative. Even at work people know that when I’m on my break that if I have my Kindle in my hand they won’t even bother talking to me because I’m usually so engrossed in my book that I don’t usually even know what’s going on around me. I love reading books it’s one of my favorite past times, and I will always be thankful to my parents and my ninth grade teacher who helped my find my love for

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