One day when I was 12, my mother gave me an order一borrow at least one book from the library for the summer. This was one more way for her to solve my strange problem-inability to read.
In the library, I found my way into the "Children's Room." I sat down on the floor and pulled a few books off the shelf. The cover of a book caught my eyes. There on the book's cover was a beagle which looked the same as my dog. I had recently had a beagle. He was my best friend, but one morning, he was gone, given away to someone who had the space and the time to care for him. I never forgot my beagle.
My eyes ran across the title, Amos, the Beagle with a Plan. Unknowingly, I had read the title. Without opening the book, I borrowed it from the library.
Under a tree, I started to read about Amos. I read very, very slowly with difficulty. Though pages were turned slowly, I got the main idea of the story about a dog who, like mine, had been separated from his family and finally found his way back home. That dog was my dog, and I was the little boy in the book. At the end of the story, my mind continued the final scene of reunion(团聚), on and on, until my own lost dog and I were running together.
My mother's call returned me to the real world. I suddenly realized something: I had read a book, and I had loved reading that book.
I never told my mother what happened that summer, but she saw a slow but remarkable progress in my classroom performance. And years later, she was proud that her son had read thousands of books.
