Although I used to read a lot, almost an excessive amount, that is no longer true. Today, with my various extracurriculars and school work, I struggle to find the time. As a result, I only read when my family essentially forces me to or for school. This summer, when I found myself with nothing to do, my mother and sister compelled me to read Gone Girl, written by Gillian Flynn. The book began as a stereotypical mystery, but transformed into anything but. Gone Girl was fascinating, and I could not bring myself to put it down, every chapter leading to a new development. Another book, somewhat forced upon me, was The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan. I read this book for World History last year, but I genuinely enjoyed it. The Joy Luck Club allowed me to see life from a different perspective, the perspective of an Asian immigrant in America.
Although I don’t read as much as I should, when I pick up a satisfying book, I read it. For me, the struggle is not to finish, but to begin.
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