Why I Grow Myself As A Writer

Looking back on my year of book love, I think I have started to grow myself as a reader. I have always had a love for literature, reading but writing so much more. So with all the collective pieces I have been exposed too, I have gotten to see a variety of different writing styles and literary devices that have helped blossom my passion for writing even further. For me, reading and writing go hand in hand. Therefore it was been a great opportunity to expose myself and indulge in books. Book that, if I was still a sheltered and naive sophomore, would not have had the courage to read. Some texts were difficult to understand but others were so heavy that I got dragged down further along with them. I like reading in quiet environments, but especially

I love books like Kids of Appetite because I secretly wish I could submerge myself to a great group of friends like Victor got too, and I want to go on adventures like they did.

I love fantasy and fairytales because I hold a strong belief that magic exists somewhere out in one of the universes and I look for it in every place I can think of. In the morning air when the birds are still singing and the sun is still asleep; on the Autumn hilltops hidden behind the fallen leaves that the trees around have shed; in the corners of the world so dark that no light is brave enough to shine; in the ebony sky illuminated by a billion bright bursting suns and stars; and of course through rows and rows of books.

What I guess I am trying to say, is that books have helped me grow into my shoes more and have held out a steady hand to guide me along this misinforming and difficulty heavy adolescent years...the few that I still possess before I am out in the real world all alone. Books have taught me that it is okay to never grow up, and I will live by that message until the day I exhale my final breath. Books have taught me to hold on to what I have and that it is okay to hurt because hurt is apart of the growing process. Books have shown me that I am not entirely alone and that I can have an outlet to escape the confindments that