Running Out Of Time By Haddix

Many who know me would say I’ve never had a problem in the classroom, that I just flew through English and literature class barely trying. Or perhaps that reading “came naturally” to me. Well, they’re completely, one hundred and one percent, wrong. Their thoughts are merely a misconception, as I faced dilemma after dilemma during my reading career. Thankfully my struggles and successes, through literature, shaped me into the person I am today. Although I embraced reading at an extremely young age and adored books, I often struggled in my younger years only to overcome the difficulties presented alongside reading, ultimately affecting my mentality and success throughout high school. I remember entering the Albion Public Library, the smell of musty pages and vanilla flavored coffee hitting me like a ton of bricks. Once a week, my mom would take my brothers and I to story time while she scoured the

If I hadn’t worked hard and returned to the group, I most likely would’ve never picked up a book written by Haddix. She became my all time favorite author; everything about her writing, her series, her books, I loved. Her stories intrigued me like nothing I’ve read before, pushing me to want to look into her writing, ultimately encouraging me to read more. From the topics of her books, to the mystery at the end of each chapter, Haddix was the real deal. She, as a matter of fact, was one of the reasons I wanted to stay in the highest reading class. Possibly Haddix was the one to help me excel from there on out, or maybe it was just my pure drive to be one of the best that kept me striving throughout middle school, easily gliding along in writing and literature. Perhaps the easy going in middle school and always being at the top of the class deemed my slow descendance upon failure, once again-just not as