Post One-1/14/10

My earliest memories of literature are bedtime stories and nursery rhymes. My mom read to me a lot even, even when I was just an infant. She always talks about to this day about how reading to a child, even while he or she is still in the womb, is so critical in the development of a child. Being a preschool teacher, we had children’s books galore at my house. I remember the times during school where it was quiet time and I would be able to go to the bookshelf pick out any book and spend time reading. Of course, the books with the most pictures always interested me the most and still to this day. I actually enjoyed reading a lot when I was little. My mom is surprised at how much of an “anti-reader” I am because of that. 

Again, today, I am not a big reader. Honestly, the only books I have ever really read for pleasure that intrigued me was the Twilight series. Once I began reading the first book, i got so wrapped in the story. I felt like I knew them and could not put it down. It was effortless to read and felt almost as if I was just watching a movie as opposed to a lot of words on a page that you are trying to get through. 

Literature matters to people in different ways. For the writer, it is their way to express their creativity and thoughts. For the reader, it is a way for our minds to explore new ideas, situations, people, cultures, and etc. Some people see it is as invaluable and meaningless and some people appreciate it for all that it is and see its true value. Literature could not matter to those of us who are ignorant and most likely just lazy to find that there are a lot of really good literature out there. It is just a matter of discovering it.