Winter

Just finished reading my book Winter: a novel of a Berlin family and I must say I am left speechless
It tells the true story of a Berlin family and their lives throughout the first and second world wars
Reading for fun is an aspect of my life I which I have placed on the back burner, so to say, since my days in elementary school
During those times I was constantly engulfed and consumed by the mysteries of the Hardy Boys
I would find myself picking up anything I could my hands on to read, from TV Guide to the Bible
But somewhere intertwined with the transition from 5th to 6th grade I lost my appetite for reading.
Perhaps it became extinguished by the awe of newness
Or maybe it was my underlying fear of social acceptance
Regardless, I began to shun reading, while embracing the thrills and follies which come hand in hand with the life of an American youth
While I live my life with no regrets, I find myself pondering if I could go would I cling to reading instead of hastily disposing it to the waysides
I am glad to of found myself bored one afternoon at work and walking to the gift shop where Winter set hidden amongst the shelves.
25 cents is a small price to pay for joy
A phenomenal read
It has only added fuel to fire that is my interest in German affairs
History along with ancient culture is an area in which drawls immense interest from myself
However Germany appeals to my senses the most
As I learn the language I only find my tongue relishing in its new motions
Comfort and ease with which the words flow
Almost as if the language should come natural
An awakening, for one who has been asleep for far too long