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I never really liked to read growing up, as it was almost always homework or a task assigned by my parents. My brother and I would rather play the Nintendo gamecube in the basement of our old home than fall asleep trying to read one chapter of the Harry Potter books without dozing off into slumber. Over the course of high school I began to fall out of sync with the world around me. The transition from grade school left me with few friends and not a single ounce of stability. I started to shut myself off from connecting with others and each day started to feel bland and unbearable. Now I'm not going to claim to have been outright depressed but I was defiantly not the happiest person out there. The first time we were assigned a book in my freshman english class I was thoroughly disheartened when I saw the 324 pages of the Ender's Game novel sitting on my desk. But it clicked. For some reason my interest was caught by this book of a strange society, hook line and sinker. Thanks to a little bit of dystopia, I became a whole lot happier.
Fun? Reading and Fun? This was a new experience for me; books were only ever fun when they had pictures or puzzles. My mind connected with this idea of a broken society that improvises just to keep living each day. From there it grew: The Giver, Fahrenheit 451, A Brave New World, Lord of the Flies and my personal favorite, 1984. These great books have greatly raised my appreciation for reading as a whole and made my life during high school a lot more enjoyable. Each novel contained something new, a new concept that would twist your mind to comprehend why a civilization would accommodate such a thing.
For me, these books were an escape. Each night I would have a few hours alone with my thoughts and with my little paper bound broken worlds. Exploring their science and new technology was always exciting but was bound by their society's harsh rules and con-formative...
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