My reading habits growing up weren’t that great. I never really sat down and read a book on my own time. Reading, to me has always been boring. Even when my parents read to me as a child I didn’t like it. My mother likes to read, but my dad does not like reading. Until I got older I realized I should’ve read books a lot more to understand sentence structures and other things. Also growing up, I was encouraged to read by family members, but I never listened to them. To me it seemed like they wanted to torture me with boredom, so I pretended to read. In reality I just stared at the pages aimlessly until I turned the page, every 5 minutes. I can honestly say that the first time I read an entire book was my freshmen year in high school. I liked reading and I wished I could sit and read but I didn’t have the patience. My life was always filled with too much entertainment to pay attention to a book. My younger sister is one of the few people in my family who loves to read, she is always reading a book when she has the free time. Unlike me she has read more books in her younger years than I read at that young age. Sometimes if I do read, I’ll start a book but I will not finish it. My sister is always talking about books that she has read and how good they are, or she’ll talk about her favorite one.