For a long time, I
believed that that book (or in this case, series) was Warriors by Erin Hunter. It was not.
The first book I
stole- er, I mean "borrowed" from my school library- was a book by Daniel Ehrenhaft, The Last Dog On Earth.
It was the first
book that made me cry.
My first short
story was inspired by it, three years after I first read it. It was a Grade 8
English short story- a "thriller" by my choice, and even now it is the work I
am most proud of.
That book was
what gave me the courage to push for change in my troubled childhood, and with
good results.
It was a key to my
prison cell.
Of course I still
had to get out of the actual prison, but it was the first step, and I think
that small bit of freedom made me understand the importance of literature, and
the important messages expressed within.
Upon that
understanding grew my need to express my own truths and secrets, my own anguish and triumphs; my own spirit, which had been confined for so long.
It made me strong
as a young teen, and gave me the strength I needed to face the coming challenges as
a youth.
While I can't say
that it made me successful in my endeavors, I can say that it helped me survive them, and at the time that was the greatest achievement I could attain.
Writing and
reading is important to me as an individual, as is that book that showed me
this creative world and shone a light on that hidden part of my personality.
Who knows, maybe I wouldn't have even developed that part of my personality without it.
Who knows, maybe I wouldn't have even developed that part of my personality without it.