Todos conocemos el cliché "Siempre hay una primera vez para todo". Incluso para leer.
Por eso ahí está ese libro, el primero que lograste leer hasta la última hoja. Tal vez no lo es realmente, ya sea porque no lo recordás bien, o porque hubieras deseado que sea el primero. Entonces cómo saber cuál es realmente: Para mi es simple. Es el primero que recuerdo, el primero que viene a mi mente. El primero que me acompaño en un momento de necesidad. El primero que me ayudo a entender que los libro si dejan amor, esperanza, entendimiento y enseñanzas a su paso.
Era (o es porque sigue ahí en el estante de libros más preciados que tengo: Los de mi infancia) un libro de "¿Porqués?". Si tenía siete años, y no necesitaba leerlo porque estaba llena de dudas. Necesitaba leerlo mientras acompañaba a quien realmente necesitaba que estuviera a su lado. Es un recuerdo agridulce pero de los que valen la pena recordar.
Es un libro que sin importar lo simple que sea,
siempre va a tener un lugarcito especial en mí. No es un libro reconocido en
alguna parte de este mundo pero es mi
primer libro. Y para mi es lo que qué cuenta.
Ahora si me preguntas el primer libro del que me
enamoré locamente, bueno esa es otra gran historia.
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“The first book”
We all know the cliché "There's always a first time for
everything." Even when it comes to read. So there's this book, the first one you managed to read until the last page.
Perhaps it may not be really the first, either because not you remember well,
or you had wished to be the first. So how do you know which one really it is:
For me it's simple. It's the first one I remember, the first one that comes to
my mind. The first one which support me in a time of need. The first one that
helped me understand that the books can let you love, hope, understanding, and
lessons along the way.
It was (or it still is, because belongs to the most precious bookshelf that I have: Those of my childhood) a book of " Whys? ". Yes I was seven, and I didn't need to read it because I was full of doubts. I needed to read it while I was trying to be there for someone who really needed me by her side. It's a bittersweet memory, but it's one of those which are worth remembering.
It is a book that no matter how simple it may be, it will always have a special little place in me. It isn't a recognized book somewhere in this world but it is my first book. And that’s what matters for me.
Now if you ask me the first book I fell madly in love with, well that's another great story.
It was (or it still is, because belongs to the most precious bookshelf that I have: Those of my childhood) a book of " Whys? ". Yes I was seven, and I didn't need to read it because I was full of doubts. I needed to read it while I was trying to be there for someone who really needed me by her side. It's a bittersweet memory, but it's one of those which are worth remembering.
It is a book that no matter how simple it may be, it will always have a special little place in me. It isn't a recognized book somewhere in this world but it is my first book. And that’s what matters for me.
Now if you ask me the first book I fell madly in love with, well that's another great story.
|Keep Reading, Ella|
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