Monday, July 16, 2012

First loves...

For many people literature was that first friend...the first to talk to us, the first to understand us. Literature has always been that kind of friend to me. And like any relationship... I watched it grow, I watched it change. The union of literature to the “mainstream”... was a hard thing to imagine. Reading was always this personal thing that belonged to just me. Starting with “Harry Potter" and “Twilight” anyone with a library card or a Nook could get a piece of Literature. I knew I was gonna have to share...and that was hard to get used to. But just when I thought I knew everything there is to know about literature, it found a way to surprise me... and reminded me why I fell in love in the first place. I remembered the exact day I fell in love with reading, and little did I know how much it would be a part of my life. Literature was as young, naive... confused... sometimes innocent, and sometimes as mischievous as I was. And as I grew up, literature grew with me...and along the way it took on all my baggage, my dreams... I felt literature and literature felt me. And I know that everyone who loves to read feels the same way I do.