Falling in Love Again…With Books

Oh, sweet Vonnegut.

When I was a child, I was in love with it. My mother brought me to the library all the time on weekends. Even though she was a Chinese immigrant in the USA’s Big Apple city, she still tried her best to pronounce the crazy vowels and words that form the American English language. Luckily, the ones I needed her to read for me were simple. As I grew old enough to read on my own, I started to get buried in the shelves. As I grew older, I felt like I have read all the children’s books.

Eventually I made a huge mistake. I felt unchallenged by the stuff I was reading, but I didn’t know that a Young Adult fiction section existed between the Children’s and Adult’s fiction. So I moved on from children’s fiction to adult’s. I had such a terrible time trying to adjust to such terribly hard level books that I stopped reading outside of my academic readings almost altogether. I started to see my vocabulary fall behind my twin, who continued to read adult romances, which were easier to read than other adult fiction books because of its escape literature nature. At the same time, I feel empty not being able to say who my favorite authors are, what’s influencing me, or what I’m passionate to learn about.

For the longest time, I had trouble falling back in love with literature. Slowly, with Shakespeare, movies, live plays or musicals, Harry Potter, John Steinbeck, New York Times, and other amazing things associated with reading, I am moving back to a good old fashioned book.

“A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.”
– William Styron

Just feels nice to be back in the game.