I had always been interested in reading, but it wasn’t until I read Christopher Paolini’s Eragon that I found my love for writing. Always eager for something new to read, my third-grade self sprinted into the library at recess, but unlike before, this time I wanted something long and advanced to read. Upon my request, my librarian walked over to the shelf where Eragon sat and pulled it down, saying she had been wanting me to read it.
I took her up on it and began reading the book, and I was immediately sucked in. I read on the bus, at recess and I might have snuck a few pages in the middle of class a couple of times.
Upon closing the back cover I knew at that moment that I wanted to be a writer myself someday. I wanted to suck readers into a world like Paolini had done to me, and so the next day I picked up Eldest, the sequel, from the library and began writing a story of my own.
That book inspired me to begin writing, and without it almost 11 years ago, I don’t know if I would even be studying journalism now.