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I’ve always loved the library. When I was very little, my parents would take my
sister and I to the local library to pick out books and participate in programs
like Summer Read. I absolutely loved turning in my reading log and receiving a
prize. I also had a designated reading nook on a window seat overlooking the
river, which was easily the best spot to sit in the entire library. During
middle school, I volunteered during study hall and sometimes lunch time in the school
library as a page, shelving materials. I did well enough in school that I didn’t
need my study hall and would have rather spent my time more constructively in
my favorite place. I built up a great report with the librarian, who still remembered
me when I interned at the school a few years ago. I enjoyed my time there and
relished learning about library procedures and menial tasks like shelving and
repair. I should have realized then what that meant for my future, but I didn’t
think anything of it. Thinking back on this now, I might have made alternative
career decisions if I realized how much I loved it.
Unfortunately,
later in high school and during my first few years of college, I fell out of reading
and can’t remember a whole lot during that time period. I read more for school
and course work, either not having enough time to read for leisure or not being
interested in spending my time that way. At this point in my life, I can’t
imagine what 17-year-old me was thinking, but I think we can all say that to
some degree. I vaguely remember tackling The
Hobbit and Lord of the Rings
series (because I was obsessed with the movies) and attempted The Silmarillion three times, to no avail.
I would love to revisit those books now because I feel like I would appreciate
them more as an adult, not to mention I would probably do even better at Lord
of the Rings Trivial Pursuit than I did when I was 16.
The only
constant in my reading life seems to be Harry Potter. It’s not enough to say it’s
my favorite series, children’s or otherwise. It’s more of a lifestyle for
people who share my passion for this series. I know that if I asked some of you
what house you’re in or what your Patronus is, you’d be able to answer
immediately without hesitation. The world just comes alive for you and you
accept it as a part of you, no matter how old you are. Now that they’re delving
into the world of Newt Scamander, we get to continue the journey J. K. Rowling
set us on 20 years ago (yes, it’s been that long). There’s really nothing else
that compares to this series and I don’t think anything ever will. I just recently
re-read the whole series for the first time since reading them originally and
it brought all the old feelings back, as I anticipated.
Now I
read a lot of young adult literature, mainly fantasy. I hopped on the dystopian
trend back when it was more popular, but have since fell out of love with it. I
think The Hunger Games set a pretty
high standard to meet, to be honest. My favorite authors include Sarah J. Maas,
Cassandra Clare, and Victoria Schwab. The
Mortal Instruments series (along with all the accompanying prequel and sequel
series) by Clare, the Shades of Magic
series by Schwab, as well as the Throne
of Glass and A Court of Thorns and
Roses series by Maas are the only ones for which I will eagerly wait for
the next installment. Sarah J. Maas is a genius and her writing is absolutely
amazing. Her strength is in her character development; her side characters are
sometimes more interesting than her main characters and the relationships she
crafts out of nothing are incredibly intricate. I’m at the point where I will
read anything she puts out. Cassandra Clare is a different kind of genius,
providing her readers with world extensions galore. The variety of time
periods, characters and conflicts you can read about is staggering. Her newest
book just came out today, so I’m probably going to stalk outside my front door
for the UPS man until it gets here. Victoria Schwab’s writing is some of the
most beautiful I’ve ever read. Not to mention her covers are STUNNINGLY GORGEOUS by all accounts. The Shades
of Magic series just concluded and to say I was gutted at the conclusion
would have been an understatement. She knows how to reel you in and destroy
your feelings, in the best way. I could go on and on about these books, not to
mention others, so I’ll quit while I’m ahead. I’m just glad I realized my mistake
in not reading at all and rectified it while there are still terrific books to
be had.

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