Hello lovelies! Today I am so excited to bring you a Guest Post from Aimee at Summer Reads and Moonlight Dreams. Aimee is such a wonderful human and one of the most supportive friends. She’s a fellow Crone Blogger and I don’t know what I’d do without her in my life. Without further ado, I give you her post!
Why I Love Reading…
Books. ALL of the books.
I am very much a child of books. A girl who loves to have her head stuck in a book and be drawn into the worlds hidden between the pages. A Geordie lass who has already lived a thousand lives through the books she’s read. An introverted girl who has learnt magic, battled demons, befriended dragons, found hope in the darkest of times and travelled to numerous places of new and old. Through books I have became more empathetic, gained a wider perspective and better morals, but most of all, I have LIVED.
From very early childhood, I didn’t want to waste time learning the artistic skills of drawing. My toddler brain just wasn’t interested. Instead, I wanted to delve into the more sophisticated and articulate realm of reading and writing. I was craving the worlds hidden inside books. Worlds that my parents hadn’t explored, or shared with me – I wanted to be a part of something so much more.
It’s pretty unusual for a child to be attempting to read and write before they can even draw. But I was that child. My parents couldn’t figure out why I was attempting to form letters in my various scribbles rather than creating dots, lines and shapes first. Nor could my parents understand why I would rather sit with a picture book than explore the world through toys and play, especially when they never read to me much. My childhood was filled with toys and games, but lacked
being read to every day. Books were my outlet, but reading was never a thoroughly nurtured passion and it most definitely wasn’t influenced by my parents.
As I began to get older, my love for books only grew. I was an “advanced” reader and by the age of 12 I was reading books such as The Da Vinci Code. Now, don’t get me wrong. I am definitely no Matilda. However, my local library was the love of my life as a child and I have my grandma to thank for helping my bookish love to blossom through our library trips. For my mam would have much preferred it if I sat and watched TV with the rest of the family, even though my dad was perfectly happy for me to end up lost on a cloud in some book. However, this didn’t stop me from reading.
I literally read everything I had access to. From The Gingerbread Man and Chicken Licken to books by Enid Blyton, Beatrix Potter, Roald Dahl, Darren Shan and Michael Morpurgo to classics such as Little Women, I basically devoured them all. Yet the crucial moment for me came when I was visiting the school book fair with my grandma when I was ten years old. I came across a book that I had never heard of before, so I read the blurb. Now at the time, I didn’t realise that a) this was the fourth book of what was going to become a worldwide phenomenon and b) that this book was ultimately the book to have a massive influence in my life. It was only when I got the book home and realised that I was going to have to hold off reading the one my grandma so kindly accumulated for me until I’d read the other THREE before it. Luckily, I had my eleventh birthday coming up, so with very much persuasion I managed to get my Hogwarts letter in the form of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. This then meant that I could FINALLY devour each of
these books within a couple of days before diving head first into the Triwizard Cup Tournament in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Reading for me has always been a massive part of my life, though it is very unclear where my bookish love stems from as my parents don’t read for pleasure. Reading is my sanctuary and my escapism. In fact, reading has also been my life saver. Books were my light and guidance when I was in the darkest of places. Even now, books remind me to have hope and give me encouragement to find the strength within to carry on. Books are the friends that were there for me when I needed them most and I had no one else to turn to. Books are the friends who whispered to me, that just maybe everything will be ok…
Thanks Aimee! Go and check out her blog!