I remember when I was younger my grandmother would always tell me that I needed to read more. I never really listened to her at the time, I thought reading was boring and that you should only do it when you're forced too. However, I could not have been more wrong. I don't recall the very first book I read for fun; although I do wish I could tell you the name of it because I'm sure it was an amazing piece of literature. I will tell you what I do recall, I recall all my trips back and forth to the library in search of the next book that would steal me away from this world into a world where anything was possible. I recall sitting in class, when we had free time, and screaming inside my head about the events that had just occurred within the pages of my beloved book. I recall falling in love with the idea of literature, and how it could take me to any place my heart desired. I was wondering if any of you can recall falling in love with reading? When the reader inside you finally break free?