Once I got to the fifth grade, I really didn’t like reading at all. This wasn’t because I couldn’t read or anything of that sort. It was because the books I was required to read started to have less and less pictures in them. For me personally I took this as some more work to do. I liked the pictures because they helped me envision what was going on in the story. It eventually got to the point where I wouldn’t read books and just lied and said I did. My teacher eventually caught on so one day she sat me down and asked me what I liked. I don’t really remember what I said I didn’t like but she eventually came back with The Lightning Thief. I still remembered when I first saw the book. I was confused because I thought the cover looked boring and I didn’t want to read it at all. This was a series about a boy who was a demi-god and had to return Zeus’s thunderbolt back to Mount Olympus in order to save the world. I ended up falling in love with the series and I was so happy I had found it. I think it was because I felt like I could personally relate to the character since he was from New York City just like me. From then on, my opinion on reading itself didn’t change. But I knew that if I found a book that I liked then I wouldn’t mind reading at all.
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