Felicity Of Reading Analysis

For the Felicity of Reading - Jay Elliott It gripes me to say reading has not always been my favorite hobby, but writing (English) has never seemed to do much for me but that perspective has been adjusting as of late. Reading has been a favorite of my pleasures for most of my life but it took me a while to discover how much I love reading initially. The earliest books I remember reading -- that weren't baby books or read by my parents before bedtime -- that began my journey of reading, were books from the Magic Tree House Series; they were the first books that proved how much I initially thought I could enjoy reading. Along with that series I thought I enjoyed the "Junie B. Jones" books but looking back now I didn't really enjoy them as much
All regular classes and class schedules ceased during that time and students trudged in to take tests all day. There were three books that were used in the CSAPs: Science, the smallest test book, the easiest and enjoyed by most; Reading and Writing, the biggest book which most people despised but the book that barely introduced me to my joy of writing; and Math, no comment. The tests were timed and there were about three sections/tests per subject -- including three tests for each reading and writing -- and because of my circumstances I was allowed to take extra time, which I needed and greatly appreciated, with a few other people from my grades and we took the tests in another class room with our own schedule (for the extra time). After we were finished with each test we were to close our book and put it in the corner of our desk then we could do anything we wanted as long as we were silent. I chose to read books and explore the books that were in the classrooms. During my sixth grade CSAPs, after I finished the test, I explored the two small bookshelves in that room and I crossed a book that stood out to me, for some reason: The Lightening Thief by Rick Riordan. I started it and immediately disappeared. For the first time ever, I wished that CSAPs were longer; it was a book that opened my eyes (yet again) to the love I could have for books. I barely got past the first ten pages over the course of CSAPs that year but I wanted to keep reading it and the copy I found was in a classroom I had only been in for the CSAPs and for some reason, I couldn't remember the name very well or the author but I kept looking for it. Somehow I read it before my seventh grade year, I only remember what happened in the book. I was thrilled to learn it was a