Books are my friends

I believe that reading is like dreaming with open eyes.

But once in my life, I wonder…. What does it mean to read a good book?

I’ve asked this question to myself once in upon a time while walking beside the sea side, holding a book by Paulo Coelho.

My mom once told me that when I was still a baby, she would grab a book like “The Three Little Pigs” and would read it to me until I fell asleep.

At the age of seven, I started writing short stories. I still remember the first story I wrote on a yellow paper before going to bed. It was entitled “Swankee the Swan”. Every time I remember that golden moment in my childhood, I laugh at myself, and smile, while reminiscing my good times…

I was at the same age when I started reading good books like “Cinderella”, “Sleeping Beauty”, and the like. Way back then, I always prefer books over television. And whenever I read, I always think that I was the good girl in the book.

When I entered High School, my writing skills have improved and improved and improved until I became who I am right now. My friends and my classmates often say that I’m a boring person because I prefer to just stay home, and read a good book rather than going out with them on Friday nights. But, on the plus side, reading books made me become a person I thought I’ll never be. Inside the book, you can find my secret place – it’s where I can feel that I am not alone, and that I have a friend. Yes, a friend. Books are my friends.

My favorite books frequently include most of Nicholas Sparks and Paulo Coelho’s works. I love the way these two authors include the magic of God in every novel they wrote. It is simply stimulating to the spirit. However, I still enjoy reading JK Rowling’s Harry Potter series. I was amazed by its story. For me, it was extraordinary.

Eat. Read. Sleep. It goes over and over. It’s my life cycle as of now – now that it’s summer.

Books taught me new words. It taught me how to stop comparing myself to others, and that I am my own person. It taught me the word “self confidence”. It taught me how to forgive and forget. It made me believe in love, in magic, in fairy tales, in second chances. And sometimes, even in third chances. Books taught me about faith. It taught me about different things. But the most beautiful thing that books taught me is that life goes on…

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{ Posted for Magpie Tales }

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