No, I'm not talking about bullying being in books. A little more personal.I've had a passion for reading since I could listen to my mum reading books. I've been reading since I was about 3. I love it.
Books are what got me through primary school. Throughout horrendous bullying from years 2-6, I kept a book on my person, reading, taking me to another world (for any slow people; that is why my blog name is what it is). I had friends, I had somewhere else to be.
Of course, in the playgrounds, the bullies would approach me and take my book out of my hands. I found good places to hide and read. However, you get those annoying people who come up to you like "what you reading?" *shows cover* "oh cool. I've read/haven't read that." *sits, bored*. But it was always better than the bullying.
I was reading teen books when I was 8; I started reading YA when I was 11. The teachers would watch me if they were on duty, sitting in an enclosed corner, reading, and marvel when I bought a new book each day.
Of course, it was different when I was best friends with Simran. Super Simmi and Chick Charli. I was still bullied when she wasn't around, but I didn't have to lug a book out into the playground and risk getting it dirty. And then, and most of you know, the walls came crashing down when Simran died in November, 2010.
It all started again. The cycle.
But my point is, books and bullying do go hand in hand. Inadvertently, I suppose. They get so many people through rubbish at school, home, or just whisk them away to another place.
Just don't take Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire into the playground. Don't do that. Personal experience.
And you know, I don't think this post will help anyone. It wasn't intended to, really. If it does, that's great. It was more to show how bullying and books are inadvertently similar, and my own experiences.