Being A Bookworm As A Child Made Me A Better Adult

Being A Bookworm As A Child Made Me A Better Adult

How reading at a young age and throughout my grade school years helped me to be a well-read adult.

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Getting a child to read when they are very young can either be really easy or really hard depending on their personality type and sense of imagination. For me, reading came naturally and I wanted to read anything I could get my hands on, including the dictionary.

I started reading when I was young and carried the habit with me throughout my childhood and into adulthood, for that reason it has made me a better-educated adult.

Since I read a wide variety of books I always knew a lot of random facts or a weird and unusual word that no one else knew. For example, for the longest time, I went around bragging that I knew what ambidextrous meant because I read the word in "Lemony Snicket's: A Series of Unfortunate Events" and looked up the definition.

Reading at a young age gave me the skills I need in college to research unfamiliar words and cultures and customs I might not have come across before.

Starting to read early also allowed me to become a better reader. I know when I should be skimming for important information and how to skim, how to read once for content and twice for comprehension, and when to read and pay attention to the fine details. Reading well allows me to do better in my classes and in life when important papers are thrown my way.

Reading wasn't always about building skills for a better life, sometimes it was about building my imagination. Every time I picked up a Harry Potter book or a Percy Jackson book I knew I would be able to envision everything I was reading. I could practically play the story out like a movie in my head because reading for fun allows a child to strengthen their sense of imagination and wonder.

Not everyone is a reader and that's understandable; however, reading made me a better adult and a better student and it could do the same for another child. Get your kids to read for fun and the rest will follow.

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13 Of The Best, Most Famous Poems Ever Written

Masterpieces by some of our favorites like as Shakespeare, John Donne, and Homer.
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Some of us read poetry for an eager and fast escape from this world. On the other hand, some of us read poetry solely to share it with the ones we love. There are miracles on paper that can easily be forgotten about if we let them be. The following poems are written by some of our favorites such as Shakespeare, John Donne, Homer, and more. It is clear why these have become some of the most famous and unforgettable poems ever written. So grab a pen, and interpret these poems in your own, unique way.

1. “Go and Catch a Falling Star” - John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,

Get with child a mandrake root,

Tell me where all past years are,

Or who cleft the devil's foot,

Teach me to hear mermaids singing,

Or to keep off envy's stinging,

And find

What wind

Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,

Things invisible to see,

Ride ten thousand days and nights,

Till age snow white hairs on thee,

Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,

All strange wonders that befell thee,

And swear,

No where

Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,

Such a pilgrimage were sweet;

Yet do not, I would not go,

Though at next door we might meet;

Though she were true, when you met her,

And last, till you write your letter,

Yet she

Will be

False, ere I come, to two, or three.

2. “Drinking Alone in the Moonlight” - Li Po

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine,

No friends at hand, so I poured alone;

I raised my cup to invite the moon,

Turned to my shadow, and we became three.

Now the moon had never learned about drinking,

And my shadow had merely followed my form,

But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow;

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me;

Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild.

Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together;

Drunk, then each went off on his own.

But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,

We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.

3. “Sonnet 18” - William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

4. “The World Is Too Much with Us” - William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

5. “She Walks in Beauty” - Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

6. “How Do I Love Thee?”- Elizabeth Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,












I shall but love thee better after death.

7. “ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” -Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

8. The Jabberwocky” - Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

9. “Tears Fall in My Heart” - Paul Verlaine

Tears fall in my heart

Rain falls on the town;

what is this numb hurt

that enters my heart?

Ah,the soft sound of rain

on roofs, on the ground!

To a dulled heart they came,

ah, the song of the rain!

Tears without reason

in the disheartened heart.

What? no trace of treason?

This grief's without reason.

It's far the worst pain

to never know why

without love or disdain

my heart has such pain!

10. “We Wear the Mask” - Paul Lawrence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

11. “The Panther” - Rainer Maria Rilke

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,

has grown so weary that it cannot hold

anything else. It seems to him there are

a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,

the movement of his powerful soft strides

is like a ritual dance around a center

in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils

lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,

rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,

plunges into the heart and is gone.

12. “Sea Fever” - John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

13. "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight" -Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

















Save these poems for your next coffee shop date or solitude moment. You might be surprised at how much you can find yourself in a poem.

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9 Book Suggestions To Help You Get Back Into Reading This Semester

I love books, but life gets in the way of reading sometimes...here are some of my best recommendations to jump back in with.

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From poetry to memoir to funny to sad, I've got a recommendation for whatever mood you're in!

1. A comic or graphic novel

I recently read "Spider-Gwen Volume 1" and oh man did I love it. Not into Marvel, or superheroes in general? That's cool, there are comics and graphic novels about literally anything! They're really quick to get through an can be a great way to get back into reading.

2. A poetry book

Nikita Gill is hands down my favorite poet, so this one is a go-to for me. I would recommend any of her works or those by Rupi Kaur, but once again there is a poetry collection out there for whatever your heart desires.

3. Re-read an old favorite

Reading something the second time always goes so much faster. Plus, there isn't the possible disappointment like there is when you try something new- if you are just trying o pick up a book again, that fear can be daunting. Plus, who doesn't want to meet Sirius Black for the first time again? Or whoever it is in whatever an old favorite of yours is.

4. Something a little silly or out-there

Janet Evanovich is a super creative writer and I love her for it. If you want a pastry chef in Salem, a pair of brooding guys, a potty-trained monkey, and a hunt for charms containing the seven deadly sins give this one a go. Honestly, I think about this book all the time- it is hilarious.

5. A feel-good romance

This one may be a lot older than most of my suggestions, but it's a quick read. It's in Louisiana, the grandmother in it is goals, the tension is timed well, and you're guaranteed a happy ending because it's a romance novel. Really any Nora Roberts or Debbie Macomber or whoever will work. I just like this one if I'm trying to get out of a reading drought.

6. YA Fiction

Don't hate on YA. Just don't. They have some good stuff wrapped up in easy to consume packages. John Green is a fantastic author who showcases the human condition really well through teenagers. I would suggest "Looking for Alaska," but I think "Paper Towns" involves fewer tears. Honestly, if any YA novel sounds good, though, go for it!

7. Crime dramas that aren't too serious

Okay so this one is technically YA too I'm pretty sure. But I love this series and it is a nice blend of teenage angst, intelligence, and mystery. It's a handful of genius teenagers solving the FBI's hardest crimes. They all live together and are very different people. I'll let you figure out the rest.

8. A memoir?

I know I know, memoirs are not known for being super interesting or easy to read but hear me out. This one is very short, and it is just broken into two parts. It is a quick read that hits home and had me in tears. I know many people who read it and said it changed their perspective on life and death immensely.

9. Whatever you feel like!

Maybe I said something that made you want to read something similar to <<insert idea or story line here>>. Awesome! Maybe you are just tired of me talk about books that are nothing like you want to read and that pushed you to figure out what you do want to pick up. That's cool too!

I hope I've piqued your interest in something or pushed you to pick up a book again. Treat your brain to a good book or two- after this semester, you deserve to read something just because you want to!

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