Post by account_disabled on Dec 27, 2023 3:45:44 GMT
I read my first book in seventh grade, I think, about twelve years old. It was The Sun Train by ReneƩ Reggiani. In reality, that day, forced by the literature teacher to follow her into the school library and take a book to read, I had chosen another, a sort of pocket atlas on medieval weapons... But the teacher then made me change it, because that volume had more photographs and illustrations than text (well, actually that was exactly why I chose it, but I didn't say it). My second book dates back to a few years later, during the second classical high school (fourth year of high school), when we were forced by the literature teacher to follow her to the school library and take a book to read .
History repeats itself, Machiavelli rightly argued. Before revealing the novel I chose, I must state that at that time I was completely uninterested in reading and literature. However, I took The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann, in two volumes, in the naive belief that it was a fantasy novel... Obviously I Special Data immediately understood that it wasn't about dragons and knights, but about a sanatorium and tuberculosis patients. Splendid novel, however, which I appreciated very much, so much so that a few years later I bought a copy and later bought other novels by the author. This premise only wants to underline my repulsion to impositions of any nature. From an early age I was forced to read, neither convinced nor pushed.
And the obligation, in me, translates into an anarchic refusal, so much so that by my high school diploma I had read maybe four or five books at most. I therefore began to read as an adult, first choosing books from my parents' library, who had a nice collection of classics, then starting to read the few that had been given to me. It was love at first sight, I must say. Reading is like a woman, you can only woo spontaneously, certainly not on command. I then devoured several classics, until, as soon as I had some money in hand, I started buying my first books. The first, in fact, must have been the fantasy The Tree of Swords by CJ Cherryh, from the Urania Fantasy series. I then started reading when I felt the need. And the need arose at the end of every obligation on the part of teachers and the like. I saw how pleasant it was to enter other worlds and other dimensions, to learn about writers and plots.
History repeats itself, Machiavelli rightly argued. Before revealing the novel I chose, I must state that at that time I was completely uninterested in reading and literature. However, I took The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann, in two volumes, in the naive belief that it was a fantasy novel... Obviously I Special Data immediately understood that it wasn't about dragons and knights, but about a sanatorium and tuberculosis patients. Splendid novel, however, which I appreciated very much, so much so that a few years later I bought a copy and later bought other novels by the author. This premise only wants to underline my repulsion to impositions of any nature. From an early age I was forced to read, neither convinced nor pushed.
And the obligation, in me, translates into an anarchic refusal, so much so that by my high school diploma I had read maybe four or five books at most. I therefore began to read as an adult, first choosing books from my parents' library, who had a nice collection of classics, then starting to read the few that had been given to me. It was love at first sight, I must say. Reading is like a woman, you can only woo spontaneously, certainly not on command. I then devoured several classics, until, as soon as I had some money in hand, I started buying my first books. The first, in fact, must have been the fantasy The Tree of Swords by CJ Cherryh, from the Urania Fantasy series. I then started reading when I felt the need. And the need arose at the end of every obligation on the part of teachers and the like. I saw how pleasant it was to enter other worlds and other dimensions, to learn about writers and plots.