Much like every other kid growing up during the nineties, in a middle-class household, I watched my fair share of cartoons, played Super Nintendo, and occasionally went outdoors to play Cops and Robbers. I never had an ardor to read or write unless it was a game of MASH that I would play with my girl friends. It left me vulnerable, and I was the type of little girl to get her feelings hurt too easily. As I grew older and gained knowledge my outlook evolved. Reading and writing have been a major part of my life for many reasons. Sometimes it goes unnoticed how much it has impacted my life. I never really have taken a moment to reflect and ponder on how much it has helped improve or change my daily life. Credit must be given to my parents and grandmother for my love of reading. Ever since I was a youngster I can remember them with a book in their hands. “How come you always read?”, I would ask. They would smile and explain to me that reading makes you smarter and opens your imagination to a whole new world. This statement drove me to find my first real novel to explore. …show more content…
This gave me a spark of curiosity and I made a personal game out of it, which encouraged me to read even more than I already did. Rules were simple, read the book before watching the movie. To me, this was a fun competition. My opinion almost always swayed in the favor of the book. Films left very little to the imagination. This game I played resulted in a conclusion of reading the book before watching the film. Watching a film before reading the book causes distortion of my view of the characters, events, narrative tones, and a clouded visualization of the plot that the book should help me create on my