Starting this blog, I couldn’t recall an early memory of literature. The only thing that came to mind was Goodnight Moon. However, taking some time to think about it, I remember all the Beatrice Potter (Peter Rabbit) book that are still stored in a box at my house. My grandma would always went me stuffed animals and the story books they went along with. Also, my “literary collection” continued to grow with Bearnstien Bear books on to Goosebumps, and ended shortly after that. Like with some other things, I would want to be like my older sister and I would steal her books as a kid because I wanted to read what she read. Unfortunately, that only lasted until about middle school. Ever since then, I have not been much of a reader at all. Literature would only play a role in my life within English classes, if that.
Although I am still not much of a reader, when I find a work and actually finish it, I enjoy it. Recently I look to literature that will in a way impact and benefit me. Lately I have been attracted to books by Christian authors like Francis Chan. Not to sound cliché or anything, but the most significant literary text to me has to be the bible. It has all different forms or literature, poems, songs, instruction, and story. It is something that can always catch my attention although I already know essentially what it is about. It is one thing I don’t have to read cover to cover and it is so influential to life.
Literature matters because no matter what you do in life, there will always be something that requires reading. Also, literature gives guidance and provides a different lens to look through. On the other hand literature does not matter in the sense of novels and such because it is not really an essential to life.
