My sister is my best friend, and we’re alike in so many ways. We both have the same taste in music and drive around everywhere belting out our favourites. We’re the same size and have the same taste in clothes and may as well have a joint wardrobe. We both love going to the cinema, ice-skating and trips to Tesco ‘for a couple of bits’ where we actually spend an obscene amount of money on what amounts to a whole load of rubbish. We even hang out with the same people and look so similar people often think we’re twins (less so now – I’m the one with the pink hair!).
But there has always been one fundamental difference between us: I’m an avid reader and she isn’t.
Whilst I love a lengthy browse in the bookshop she usually trails in my wake looking like she might fall asleep at any minute and is thoroughly unimpressed by my excitable exclamations about how I’ve wanted to read a certain book for ages, or about how the new edition of this other book is way nicer than the old one.
So imagine my surprise when the other day she started to look at a few books herself! What madness is this? I asked myself. My little sister wants to start reading!? It turns out she wants to have something more to do than mess around on her phone on her breaks at work and thought she might try reading! Naturally I was delighted, and even more so when it sparked an interesting question for a discussion post!
A while back I did a post called ‘Where My Love of Reading Began’ where I detailed my own reading journey and how I came to be such a bookworm. For me it started very early on, from learning to read very young, and just progressed from there, spurred on by the discovery of some books I truly loved (Jacqueline Wilson books, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings etc.). From a lot of the responses the post got, it seemed like many people were the same – they started reading young. But surely that isn’t everyone’s story? Surely some people must get into reading in later life (not that it’s exactly ‘later life’ for my sister – she’s only eighteen!)? Or are some people just naturally more bookish?
My personal theory is that everyone can get into reading if only they can find that one book that is just so amazing they can’t put it down, and whilst they want to get to the end, they also feel gutted when they have finished and it’s over (we’ve all been there!). Maybe bookworms are just people who have found their ‘book soulmate’ in early life? I’m not sure, but I’m on a quest to find my sister’s perfect book anyway! Another way in which she differs from me is that she likes horror films, but seen as I don’t really read horror (as discussed here) I, unfortunately, can’t make any recommendations, so if anyone has any, please let me know!
So far I have suggested Before I Go To Sleep, as I for one could barely put it down – I just had to find out who Christine could really trust and what the hell was going on! Hopefully she will enjoy it and get into reading (then she could do guest reviews! Yay!).
Anyway, I want to know your thoughts on the subject. Can a non-reader be converted into a bookworm? And does it just take the perfect book?