the passion for literature.

Student’s nameInstructorCourseSeptember 11, 2018
The Passion for Literature:
The writer of the essay talks about the desire for literature and how he enjoyed stories. He does not give his piece a topic, but the best topic for this essay would be a passion for literature.
The writer describes well the change of tone his mother used to suit different characters in the stories. The writer also explains well how he feels when Mrs. Colton writes something on her notebook, and he assumes to be negative comments.
The writer appreciates the mother for the work she did in his journey to loving literature. The mother supported his dreams to the extent of reading complex books to him. The essay covers the writer’s journey on literature and therefore nothing should be taken out.
Since the essay has no topic, it is hard for the reader to know its content. The opening paragraph does not describe the obvious content of the piece.
The essay is clear to the reader, and the writer wants his audience to know how he came to love literature. The readers can learn that through determination, a person can easily succeed.
The writer acknowledges the efforts of his family, teacher, and friend Noah contribute to his success. The writer gives more gratitude to his mother and does not describe more on how the others contributed to his success.
The grammar of the essay, spelling, punctuation and word choice are proper. No format was used, and the article should have a suitable topic that corresponds to the content.

I have done few corrections on the sentence structure and punctuation. Also, I have given the essay topic which the writer left out during his writing (document 10).
Revision on the Passion for literature.
It was one of those days that you feel all the world’s eyes are on you. It was just me, Mrs. Colton, and a paperback book. I sit in the cold, hard plastic chair, staring blankly at the words in front of me. My palms were moist with sweat, and my eyes were running around trying to find a word that I recognized, even though I knew at the back of my mind, I knew every word in that book. I see from my peripheral vision, Mrs. Colton writes down some words that I assumed to be negative, in her pink notebook. As I see her do this, I realized what I had to do. I had to get my way through that book, not only promptly but accurately.
From a young age, I was taught to love literature. My mother was always reading her “mom novels” around me. When I had grown out of my newborn years, and about two years of age, my mom started reading books to me. This fascinated me, and I would not let my mom stop reading to me. She would get me a bottle of formula, turn on the lamp, and sit in the red felt chair in the corner of the living room with me in her lap, and read to me. One of the first books I have a memory of is “Are You My Mother” by P.D. Eastman. I have a clear memory of my mother changing her voice in a high pitch bird-like style whenever the little birdy would ask “Are you, my mother?” It put a gleaming smile on my face every single time. At the end of the story, when the little birdy finally found its mother, and said “Are you my mother?” and the mother said “Yes!” I would take the part of the little birdy, and my mom the part of the mother bird. We would say these parts out loud. These were some of the fondest memories of my childhood.
These memories were influential to my growing passion for reading throughout my childhood. As I got older, my mom read more complex books to me. One of my favourite author/illustrators was Jan Brett. Her illustrations made her stories come alive to me and some of her books I will remember forever. I also loved Dr. Seuss’s books too, of course. Often, I would ask my mom “How about you read one of your big giant books to me?” She would tell me in return, “No, you will not understand it.” This was a big bummer to me, and I would often walk off with the poutiest face that I could make. One day, I was thinking, “How does she know I won’t understand her books? Maybe I will! I am going to prove her wrong.” I then approached her, and said in a firm voice, “How do you know that I won’t understand your book? You have never even given me a chance.” She then said, in a sarcastic, snarky tone, “You know, you’re right, have a seat, we shall see if you understand.” She started reading, and you guessed it, I did not understand a word, but of course, I pretended to. If I were an actor, that would have been the peak of my career. I acted so intrigued and every so often would throw in a sigh or a “hmmm.” I thought I had my mother convinced. I walked away after that to bed so confidently, thinking that I had her fooled. Flashing back on it, I imagine she probably knew that I was faking it. This happened on a few other occasions, and I remained in the mindset that she thought that I understood every word. Not getting the content of the books inspired me to be someday able to.
As I got to the age of around four years old, I started reading on my own. I started with a lot of Jan Brett and Doctor Seuss books. My mom, dad, and Brother Jake all assisted me in this. My mother gave me the motivation of the summer reading program at our local public library. She said if I could read a whole book by myself, I could participate. I had always wanted to participate in this. It would have been enough motivation for me to run around the planet three times. After she told me this, I got to reading or at least attempting to. The very first book that I read with no mistakes 100% through was “Ten Apples up on Top” by Doctor Seuss. I was so proud of myself for accomplishing this.
Finally, it was my first day of Kindergarten. I got picked up by the bus in my neighbourhood and dropped off at the Louisa Wright Kindergarten School. A few weeks into the year, we started to have our reading assessments. I had become close friends with someone by the name of Noah Schneider. He was a good reader, and so was I. We were two peas in a pod that would never be separated, no matter what it meant we had to do. Mrs. Colton walked out of the middle room and called out in a sharp, crisp voice, “Noah Schneider.” Noah got up out of his chair at the yellow table, tucked his chair in, and walked confidently to the middle room to join Mrs. Colton. About 10 minutes late, Noah walked out with a huge smile on his face, along with Mrs. Colton. They both seemed to be pleased with how it went.
Mrs. Colton had Noah sit with all of the top readers of the class, so I know that he had been placed with him. Good old Mrs. Colton then looked my way and called out my name with a grin on her face. I already felt that I had high expectations, not only from myself, but from my family, teacher, and Noah. I walked over, nervous as could be, entered the cold middle room and had a seat. The chair seemed to be as cold as a hard rock deep in a cave. I felt like all the world’s eyes were on me. I stared at the book for about 15 seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. I could not process any of the sentences on there. I took a deep breath, relaxed and gathered myself. After this, I read that book like it was nothing. After about 5 minutes, I was already done! I was almost flawless. I was placed in the top group (document 10).

Works Cited.
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