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Message to Books

Reading has always been a huge part of my life from when I was young to now. It has healed, it has provided comfort, cured boredom and loneliness, it has been my oldest friend.

When I was in year 9 I signed up to Carnegie and I started reading more, then I joined book of book awards and unpublished book reviewing and then I joined more. And my weeks were filled with running home changing and making myself a nice plate of chips to sit down and read with. I finished four books usually in a week and I would review them for the clubs. I was the first one to complete my reviews and I often got certificates and awards for reading the most, reviewing the most, my life was about reading.

It wasn't because I loved reading to begin with, that happened later. I initially started because I was lonely. I didn't have many friends, this was because I was quite headstrong and bossy at the age of 12/13 which caused me to lose lots of friends, this experience humbled me however and made me introspective and think about how I can change. It didn't gain me any friends after though, but I was alright with that, I filled my time with studying hard and reading. I also joined a few extracurricular activies like Duke of Edinburgh and Sports Leader, I took part in Young Mayor also. I wasn't unpopular but I wasn't popular either.

But at the time, I really developed as a person and I became more mature. I can't say the books did all that but they helped. When I was in college, the second one, I did the same. Stuck to myself, and read alot. It made me happy, I did well in my grades and I enjoyed escaping into different worlds. Even now, I read alot and it has helped me to understand different perspectives and why things happen. It helped heal me when I was hurting. It helped me learn about new things, things I enjoy (like running and writing). It helps me occupy my time and my brain and I'm grateful. I am grateful books have been such a huge part of my upbringing, thank you books, for bringing me up so well.

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