Эссе "Книги в моей жизни"

One day I walked into a store and saw a lot of old books on the shelves.  I asked the shop assistant if I could buy one of them. However, the shop assistant answered the books were not for sale but I could take them and read. If I wanted I could bring one of the old books of my own for other people reading them. I was surprised a lot. It seemed so out-of-the-way. «What’s the good of doing that?» - I wondered. «Our people don’t read books nowadays. They don’t remember how to read. Everybody uses the Internet, they’ve got their PCs, mobile phones. Our children play computer games, but I think it’s so detrimental. Otherwise, books are beneficial for people. » The shop assistant said so lay terms. I began to think over my daily routine: after school I came home and watched TV, then I played computer games. My friend called me and we chatted on our mobiles. And what about my netbook? Yes, I used it so much! There was no place for any book in my life.

Now I’m the 8-year-student. I read a lot of books. I’m aware of their fantastic role in my life. I read an interesting book yet again. I spend an hour a day for reading but even an hour is enough to make my life bright, outstanding and healthful.