Reading? Who Needs it, Anyway?

Reading and I have never really gotten along.  It always been kind of like a “I only do it if I have to” kind of relationship.  When I was younger my mom used to make me read to her to try and make me like it.  She always hoped that it would be something I loved to do.  As I got older everyone always said that I would grow into reading.  Looking at the reality of things, I slowly go more and more distant from it. 

            When I was about three or four I would lay in bed with my dad and read books by Dr. Seuss.  Dr. Seuss was always one of my favorite authors.   My dad and I would read whenever we, or mostly he, had time.  With him being a police officer he would always work weird hours, which always changed.  Whenever we had time we would crawl into bed and read for hours.  I love my dad very much and this was a way for us to spend quality time together. 

Around 2^nd or 3^rd grade reading became a necessity that every student had to do.  We had this program called A.R. or accelerated reading.   Every student had a “goal” that we had to make by the end of the nine weeks.  I always hated being forced to read, my personal opinion is that we should be able to choose weather we wanted to read or not.  Anytime that I am forced to do something it normally won’t happen.  I always want to have an option on what I want to do. 

Now that I am almost in the adult world, I know that reading is something that we will need in our everyday life.  My mother absolutely loves to read, it is one of her favorite things to do to pass time.  She is always reading, she is constantly downloading new books on her IPad and her Kindle; she always has a new book to read.  My dad, brother, and I are very alike when it comes to reading.  We all try and avert reading when possible. 

If I ever do pick up a book, it is more than likely going to be something about murders or mysteries.  I love to read books that literally keep me on edge, that make me finish.  For me, books that I actually enjoy reading would be books that make me want to skip a few pages ahead to figure out what’s going to happen next. 

So needless to say, my relationship with reading is an up and down rollercoaster.  One day I’m readings best friend, and the next it’s my worst enemy.  Reading doesn’t really fit into my life.  It’s one of those things that is irrelevant to my current lifestyle, maybe one day I will be able to fit it in.  I really hope I can.