My story with literature

          Look: I never liked books...

          Like many other kids, I was raised being obliged to read many boring school novels that never encouraged my love for books. As I kept growing up, so did my hate for books and I somehow swore to myself to never read, nor like any sort of books. This went on for a few years until I met my best friend. She considered herself a book worm and I could not really differ from her opinion: she REALLY was a bookworm. After about 5 months of friendship I was trying to get her to play soccer with me and she told me that she would if, and only if, I agreed to read a book. So, I said yes and a few days later she brought me the first book of a series, called “Dellirium”, written by Lauren Oliver. The book was about a dystopian society in which love was considered a disease. I read the book in about a week and even cried at the end (which almost never happens to me). Since then, I read the other two books of the trilogy and have read some series like Divergent, Hunger Games, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, Harry Potter, and many other books that are not series, like The Fault in Our Stars, Paper Towns, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, etc. As you can see, dear reader, my love for books has grown exponentially since I decided to give them another chance.

          My theory is that people that say that they hate books say it because they have not yet found the one they like. For those people I just have this words: Keep trying. Once you find it you will always be happy that you gave yourself the opportunity.