Lost within the Pages
A book consists of pages and a cover. On those pages are the words of many thoughts and ideas that came from men and women alike. A book can bring ease to the mind and love to the heart. Its twist on real life situations and those that are false can alleviate the heart and soul. The words of books are so beautiful and mesmerizing that no scenery can outmatch its beauty. Each time I read my heart pounds and my mind races into the impossible. So many people can overlook a book and never pick it up. I, on the other hand, love to engross myself in the pages of all books and bask in their fairytale endings.
When I was young, I adored the library. Each time I went, I would check out as many books as I could carry. I loved to read and I loved all that I learned from each and every book I picked up. I used to beg my mother to take me to the library so I could enjoy the glorious sentences of more and more tales. Most of the time it was a lost cause, seeing as I usually asked to go back the day after we had just gone. The library thrilled me though, and I could not stay away. I could not stay away from the books that filled its shelves, or from the pages that called my name so relentlessly. I envied the librarians because they could just sit and read all day long if they wanted to. I wanted to have as many books at my disposal as they had.
I feel that books have become more and more unnoticed. Today, children can just go and see a movie about a famous book without having to ever touch its cover. They abuse the privilege they have of rejuvenating themselves with a wonderful book. So many children do not want to read books anymore. They desecrate their minds with video games and television shows. Children cannot handle the patience and calm it takes to sit and read a book and that utterly destroys me.
Even I have grown farther and farther away from the books I love and cherish. I have found that everyday things have sucked the life and time out of me. I no longer can blow a day and just sit and read to my heart’s content. I miss the pages that were so familiar to me and I wish I had the time to divulge in the creative images that a book can bring. I often think “hopefully when I am older I will have the time to read again.” I do not want to wait until I am of an older age. I wish to read as much as I want now, but I simply have no time to do so. In high school, reading books was often a requirement, but here I find that I do not have any novels that are required text and that devastates me. Will I ever be reunited with my precious books again?
A book consists of pages and a cover. On those pages are the words of many thoughts and ideas that came from men and women alike. A book can bring ease to the mind and love to the heart. Its twist on real life situations and those that are false can alleviate the heart and soul. The words of books are so beautiful and mesmerizing that no scenery can outmatch its beauty. Each time I read my heart pounds and my mind races into the impossible. So many people can overlook a book and never pick it up. I, on the other hand, love to engross myself in the pages of all books and bask in their fairytale endings.
When I was young, I adored the library. Each time I went, I would check out as many books as I could carry. I loved to read and I loved all that I learned from each and every book I picked up. I used to beg my mother to take me to the library so I could enjoy the glorious sentences of more and more tales. Most of the time it was a lost cause, seeing as I usually asked to go back the day after we had just gone. The library thrilled me though, and I could not stay away. I could not stay away from the books that filled its shelves, or from the pages that called my name so relentlessly. I envied the librarians because they could just sit and read all day long if they wanted to. I wanted to have as many books at my disposal as they had.
I feel that books have become more and more unnoticed. Today, children can just go and see a movie about a famous book without having to ever touch its cover. They abuse the privilege they have of rejuvenating themselves with a wonderful book. So many children do not want to read books anymore. They desecrate their minds with video games and television shows. Children cannot handle the patience and calm it takes to sit and read a book and that utterly destroys me.
Even I have grown farther and farther away from the books I love and cherish. I have found that everyday things have sucked the life and time out of me. I no longer can blow a day and just sit and read to my heart’s content. I miss the pages that were so familiar to me and I wish I had the time to divulge in the creative images that a book can bring. I often think “hopefully when I am older I will have the time to read again.” I do not want to wait until I am of an older age. I wish to read as much as I want now, but I simply have no time to do so. In high school, reading books was often a requirement, but here I find that I do not have any novels that are required text and that devastates me. Will I ever be reunited with my precious books again?
Kara Lohberg
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