Essay About Reading Books

Reading has never been a big factor in my life and was never forced upon me as something important. As I was growing up reading did not run through my family and we did not just have books laying around at the house. Also, while I was in school I never enjoyed reading and I would hate going to the carpet for class reading. My family and I were more involved in being active in sports or some type of physical activity. My mom had always said that I was never a kid that could sit still. Every time she would hand me a book I would just throw it and start crying. She said I was more of a hands kind of baby and I always needed a toy in my hand. I would say the only big reader in my family would be my grandpa and he had always tried to get me to read but I would never budge. I just always had the thought of reading black words on white pages wasn’t going to benefit me in anyway. I had also noticed that I was never patient enough to sit down and read a book. I can’t stand sitting for long periods of time and stay focused. I thought that it was a waste of money to go and buy books when I could be spending that money on something that I enjoyed. My first bad encounter with reading

Just being able to sit down and enjoy a book and have some quiet time can be very good to the body and allow it to refuel itself. Also, the good thing about reading is that you can took the book anywhere in times of stress or anytime you need to kill some time and it can be something very beneficial and accessible. It can also teach you not to be on the cellphone all the time and give a break from the technological world we live in. It has been very useful to me in times of stress and just wanting a break from the world and has helped me to cope with some of the most stressful and hard times of my life. It just lets my body relax and refocus on my goals and purpose for