My short attention span of that time was drawn to Ray Bradbury’s story since at that time I loved space exploration, and the idea of colonizing Mars intrigued me, so I decided to read it over winter break. I remember sitting by the crackling fire with the sound of my cousins playing board games in the background. Despite this, I tuned these sounds out and read about the adventures of Captain Nathaniel York and his mysterious disappearance from Mars. This book’s style of having mini stories within a larger picture encouraged me to then keep reading this story until the end. When the story was over, I became distraught over the fact that this beautiful story was over. This sadness resulted in my relationship with reading to shatter, and I did not read a book for an extremely long time. Many years later in eighth grade, I remembered the joy that I had reading one of Ray Bradbury’s stories, so I wanted to read more. One day when thinking about what to read for my first book report, I decided to check my collection of books that my family had collected over the years. I walked into my basement that day in pitch black, and turning on the blinding light, I saw one of Bradbury’s stories, Fahrenheit 451. The plot contained within these dusty pages regained my passion for reading almost instantaneously, and then
My short attention span of that time was drawn to Ray Bradbury’s story since at that time I loved space exploration, and the idea of colonizing Mars intrigued me, so I decided to read it over winter break. I remember sitting by the crackling fire with the sound of my cousins playing board games in the background. Despite this, I tuned these sounds out and read about the adventures of Captain Nathaniel York and his mysterious disappearance from Mars. This book’s style of having mini stories within a larger picture encouraged me to then keep reading this story until the end. When the story was over, I became distraught over the fact that this beautiful story was over. This sadness resulted in my relationship with reading to shatter, and I did not read a book for an extremely long time. Many years later in eighth grade, I remembered the joy that I had reading one of Ray Bradbury’s stories, so I wanted to read more. One day when thinking about what to read for my first book report, I decided to check my collection of books that my family had collected over the years. I walked into my basement that day in pitch black, and turning on the blinding light, I saw one of Bradbury’s stories, Fahrenheit 451. The plot contained within these dusty pages regained my passion for reading almost instantaneously, and then