I finished my other book earlier in the week and have found reading to be one of the best coping mechanisms here. To be honest, I was never much of a reader growing up. In the first grade I had a traumatic experience which turned me against reading. It was in 1991. I was looking through the 3rd and 4th grade level books of the library and picked up a big chapter book to read. Our librarian saw me standing in this section and came over to me and told me that book was too difficult for me and tried to point me in the direction of the first grade level books. However, what she didn't know was that my reading comprehension was that of a 3rd or 4th grader, I was tired of those little kids books. She completely broke my confidence and honestly, I never recovered.
If she knew the damage she had done to me, I think she would be the one with the broken confidence. She would be horrified if she knew.
I chose a chic-lit book and a classic. I've decided that it is time for me to read some classic literature.
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