My Relationship With Reading
Reading and I have an interesting love-hate relationship. We enjoy each other's company tremendously, yet it seems that our meetings often occur at such inconvenient times. Don't get me wrong, reading and I are best of friends, we meet daily.
We've been through a lot together lab write-ups, petzko papers, late-night study sessions. We've enjoyed the classics together; from Eliza Bennet's stay at Loungbourn to the powerful declaration of Catherine in Wuthering Heights: "I am Heathcliff". We discovered the histories of Ancient Greece and Rome; and, unable to witness such historic events as Vietnam and the Cold War, reading and I discovered them through first hand experiences of those who did, and the historians who have recorded such events.
In conclusion, reading and I share no animosity; and I could not imagine my life without it. Rather, it is the consequent frustration that often comes with reading a book and writing a book report that I associate that hate-part of our love-hate relationship. Often times, the excitement of what you're reading is lost in haste of trying to finish the book so the paper may be finished in time.
Reading and I have an interesting love-hate relationship. We enjoy each other's company tremendously, yet it seems that our meetings often occur at such inconvenient times. Don't get me wrong, reading and I are best of friends, we meet daily.
We've been through a lot together lab write-ups, petzko papers, late-night study sessions. We've enjoyed the classics together; from Eliza Bennet's stay at Loungbourn to the powerful declaration of Catherine in Wuthering Heights: "I am Heathcliff". We discovered the histories of Ancient Greece and Rome; and, unable to witness such historic events as Vietnam and the Cold War, reading and I discovered them through first hand experiences of those who did, and the historians who have recorded such events.
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