It’s not just learning things that’s important. It’s learning what to do with what you learn and learning why you learn things at all that matters”
It took me a while to realize it but The Phantom Tollbooth is probably the one that trumps them all. I have gushed about this book to people and written proper essays detailing why this book is so important to me.
It was the first week or second week of fifth grade and I was looking for a book that would fill in the blanks on the report sheet. I was hoping to find something that would keep my attention and impress my teacher.
The cover called to me. A dog with a clock as a body? I loved dogs and I loved the sounds of clocks. As soon as I sat down to read it, I was gone.
This is the book which made me realize literature could make me feel things. Reading wasn’t a chore anymore. It was just as good as the movies my parents let me watch and better because I didn’t have to deal with anyone pausing for a bathroom break. I was eleven and finally in charge of something and that was how fast I could devour the book.
Sure there were some words which I didn’t understand (doldrums) much less pronounce (dodecahedron) but it had talking dogs and giant Spelling Bees, a Which, princesses, a boy who saw through things, invisible cities, and so many sunsets.