Silent Reading in the morning

I love reading. I remembered USSR (Uninterrupted Sustained Silent Reading) was implemented during my primary school days. The programme forced my father to borrow books from my richer relatives. A book to read was a requirement and no one dared to defy that. My very first book was "The matchstick girl". It was a board book. I remembered I was looking at the pictures only, pretending to read. But it helped. The next time I remembered reading a book was in primary 5 or 6. I found a book in the school library. A fantasy story about a boy who liked to draw cats. I still remember the story. That was the real beginning of my reading journey. A journey into fantastic, futuristic and imaginative worlds. A journey into conflicts and resolutions. A journey into countries I could not afford to go to. A journey into dreams. I could spend hours in the public library reading a book and not felt tired (I still can). Call me a nerd. I am. A proud one too. Reading helped to develop my passion for learning. The greatest gift you can give your pupils is the ability to read. I still read. Sometimes I am asked how I could find the time to read amongst my busy schedule. I don't know but I must. I am a reader. I woke up at 5 this morning, just to get some work done before the world awakens. The silence was peaceful. The air was raw and fresh ... and cold too. It was a great feeling. I started to read...

P/S If you come across a book about a boy who liked to draw cats, let me know. I would like buy it and give others a chance for the journey of their life time.