My Passion For Reading Essay

Growing up, there was only one bathroom in my house and I was always in it. Not for the reasons you may be thinking. Every time one of my parents went looking for me, I was in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, reading the latest novel I had acquired. Looking back, I question this choice. Of all of the beds, chairs, and couches in my house, why would I choose the bathroom? Well, it was quiet, secluded and the only room in the house that was not too hot or too cold. The bathroom was my baby bear porridge, it was just right. I spent many hours in that bathroom, engaged in reading marathons until I was eventually kicked out of the room. Books, no matter where I read them, have shaped who I was as a child and who I am as an adult. My passion for reading started before I was born. My mother was an

Looking back, the one book and probably the most important was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling. My third grade teacher introduced the entire class to the story of a boy stepping foot into the wizarding world that he never knew existed. I become very attached to this story and was attracted to the characters. There was only one problem, my teacher could only read about half a chapter a day for us since we had other things to learn. As someone who is very engaged in this book, it infuriated me. That was when I decided to ask my parents for the Harry Potter books for Christmas, and that was exactly what I got. I began reading them right away and it was astonishing to most people that I could read them well since those books are very advanced for a third grader to read. I was able to read them at a pace much faster than my teacher read them to the class. This was about where my bathroom reading began. This moment in time was when my love for the Harry Potter series began and it has followed me into adulthood. It also began my love for reading a series of book rather than individual