Copyright © Jazzy's Bookshelf 2015 and Edwin Rhemrev
It all began when I came home from school. I dumped my bag in the corner, kicked off my shoes, stumbled down the staircase and jumped onto the couch to read my
book. I swept it up off the coffee table and devoured the pages like mad. All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. Annoyed by the interruption, I walked up. As I opened the door I stood hypnotized by the fiery, red eyes glaring at me. A cold, slimy
hand grabbed my arm and pulled me outside…
Sorry, my imagination gets ahead of me sometimes!
When I was in preschool, I remember I never liked nap-time. Instead, I would tiptoe over to the bookcase and sneak a book back to my cushion. Before long, I taught myself to read. In kindergarten, I was asked by
the teacher to read stories to the class. I read every day and to my little brother, as well.
I cannot imagine what my life would be like without books.
When I read I am taken on quests and my mind is transported to other worlds and other times. I am grateful to books because they have prompted me to write my own stories, helped me to do well in class, win the School Spelling Bee and succeed in speech-writing
and public speaking.
Without books, I would never have heard of Emily Rodda, Brandon Mull, Jen Storer, Roald Dahl or Tristan Bancks.
Without books, I would miss out on all of the adventures found in Harry Potter, Skulduggery Pleasant, Percy Jackson, Anne of Green Gables, The Spiderwick Chronicles and A Series
of Unfortunate Events.
Without books, I would miss out on the MS Readathon, something I look
forward to as much every year as I do reading every day.
Come on my book adventure!