I feel like my story about reading will be so similar to so many people’s from the same generation. It seems like the moment you get to school and you are taught how to read, there is such an emphasis on the importance of it. Will develop your vocabulary, will make you more creative, you will be able to travel with your mind…were you told something different? I was not the smartest kid so these things did not impress me. I was a conscientious kid, so for my parents’ sake, I did attempt reading.
I could say that I was destined to read, but before you think of arguing with me, let me explain myself. Both my parents are huge, huge readers. Not just book collectors, even though they have bought their fair share of books, but devour-ers of books. Still, I could have been different from them and not care about books. However, there is one more thing that sounds like something out of a Greek Tragedy where Destiny always wins – my name. My Surname is “Konyves” which in Hungarian means – the person with the book. What does that person do with the book? Not body building, for sure. Do you still feel like contradicting me on my destiny?:P
Boredom made me read
At this point I know for sure that I was 7, almost 8 when we’d go to my grandma’s house, 2 hours away from where we’d live, where during summertime the entire family would gather. I have so many good memories from then and in May when Paul and I plan to go to Romania, I will take him to this place to show him my childhood summer ground.
Good part was that my cousins, all male at this point, were there also. Bad part was that they were of the age of partying where I was far from it. So the mornings when they were still sleeping were boring to me. Just adults talking about adult stuff – that’s how I used to see it. So I remember precisely that on my summer reading list from school, I had a Hans Christian Andersen story book which used to keep me company on those boring mornings.
Change is in the air
It was still summer, so it must have been only a month apart from me reading out of boredom, when something changed absolutely everything for me reading wise. My parents had the first Harry Potter movie and we had the most amazing movie night that I remember to this day. Everything has changed, I discovered Narnia…what am I saying, even better, I discovered Hogwarts.
Then my parents bought all the Harry Potter books that were then available in Romanian – the first three, and Mum and I took turns who read them. She was a much quicker reader than I was – well, years of practice – but I was on holiday and she had to go to work so I would always catch up to where she was.
Suddenly reading became fun, and not something I had to do for school. I did it for myself, out of curiosity and the Harry Potter books did put me under their spell. A spell that is still up to this day, as at this point I have read the books twice in Romanian, once in English and I attempted reading them in Hungarian but that was a fail. Sorry, grandma!
What was your first experience with books? Are you from the Harry Potter generation? And the question that I will attempt in another post – Do you need to read to be smart?
The book-worm’s outfit
Now about the outfit that I promised I will show you. Except the fact that I have a magazine in the pictures, it does make me think of reading. The silk-like shirt has the most beautiful pale ashy blue shade with moon and star signs all over. It’s light and perfect for the transitional weather. I am in spring mood already, even though the weather is not…I don’t know about you.
Now the jeans…let’s just say that if I had them when I started reading, I would have refused to take them off. They are mom jeans, so quite easy to move in them, but the interesting and eye-catching part is actually the bows. Am I too old to wear such jeans? I would say I am not:D What do you think?
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