My First Book

I was 12 years old when I read my first novel. I picked it up from my school library. I had never heard of that book before. My teacher did not ask me to read it, neither was it recommended by my friends. It was completely a random pick from a random bookshelf in the library. I guess what attracted me towards the book was the book cover. I could relate so much to that girl on the cover.

I don’t remember much about the book now but as I began reading it, I remember falling in love with Matilda, the character. I remember seeing so much of me in her. I remember how the clumsy-little-shy girl inside me found a new friend.

That is how my love for books began. As I grew up, I kept falling in love with different characters and stories. But Matilda, among all of them, is still closest to my heart, for that was my first book which made me realize that “between the pages of the books is a lovely place to be.”

Thank you, Roald Dahl! :)