wide eyes.

I feel as though I have lost a pinch of my teenage touch. As a new day rises and my alarm clock gladly blares music from a christmas radio station, my senses are awakened, and just like that I am wide awake, ready to take on the new day before me. What happened?

What happened to those late night book-reading habits that caused me to be tired the next day? What happened to the sloppy snooze button smashing that also caused me to be blinded by the light of the clock (which happens to be only three levels brighter than the dimmest it goes. The dimmest it goes is almost too dark to read from a foot away)?

I'm still a normal teenager, I think, which is why you should forgive me for not writing a real* post.


*I promise a real post will be coming... soon.

The moment I realized how much I loved to read, I started to make more time to read. Obviously. That's when my attempt to read during car rides took place. Can you guess what book I read? I ask that because I tend to have to tell this story a lot and you most likely know the answer. Well, I will tell you- It was book one of the Harry Potter series. Do you know the feeling when your sick and you eat something you really like, and when you are recovered and you go to eat it again, you feel like your still sick? Yeah, well that's what it was like when I read HP in the car. Turns out, my idea of reading in the car wasn't so genius after all.

Finally, after seeing all of the movies, I decided it was time to pull out the books and try to get past my sick feelings towards book one. Guess what? I finally reached book two. Guess what (again)? I really like them.

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It wasn't until the end of elementary school and the beginning of jr. high that I picked up my late night reading habits. It was the age where I had just advanced from Primary to Beehives. I did what most Beehives do- look up to the older girls. On the way home from a mutual activity, I walked home with the older girls and had a lovely conversation about books. One of them mentioned the book that is now probably the most hated book of all times- Twilight. At the time, I had no clue what the book was or what it was about. As a "graduation gift," my mom bought me my very own copy of Twilight. It was from that book that my midnight reading habits begun. I had to know whether or not Edward and Bella would be together, and with a bedtime of 8:30, there's no way I would've known.

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Now it is expected of me to stay up till wee hours of the day, reading page after page until my hunger is satisfied. My siblings know it. My parents know it. My siblings make comments and 8PM, saying that it won't be another 4-5 hours before I finally shut my eyes to catch some Z's. My mum and pop come down and tell me it's time to go to bed, and I tell them I'm almost done, then read for another hour or two.

Un livre.
-Maddiey Beardall

call me crazy.

I would apologize for not posting in a while, but then I would be lying- I'm really not sorry. You would probably consider it pathetic if you were to see how many hours I sit here, staring blankly into the computer screen.

Now, here's your options: read this rant of my selfish desires or skip reading this post entirely and find something more worth your time.

Here we go.

I wish I would spend more time in libraries and reading books. I want to take home large stacks of books and pile them all around my room. Instead of countless hours of Solitaire, I would read a variety of novels and write down the lines I like. It would be acceptable to read more than one book at a time, even though my mother gets frustrated when I do so. I would read during the free moments in my classes, regardless of the thoughts I have racing through my mind of what people might think of me. It is truth to say that the world inside a book is far better than a life full of high school drama.

Hey! I think I'll try it.
But first, I'll need to get a library card.

"Save the Shop Around the Corner and it will save your soul."

-Maddiey B.