I didn’t have the chance to meet most of my grandparents, but I was lucky enough to meet my only grandmother on my father’s side who still lives and is 92 years old. She is without a doubt one of the strongest and wisest women I know and I admire her more every single time I see her. She’s been through an infinite amount of things and experienced stuff that has obviously made her the person she is today. I don’t know what it was that made her fall completely in love with books, but they have made her even smarter though I thought it wasn’t possible. Every single time we go visit her, as soon as we open the door, there she is standing, with her walking stick on one hand and a book on the other. She reads before sleeping, as soon as she wakes up, after breakfast, in the afternoon, and basically all the time she’s free (at that age obviously there’s not a lot you can do). What I love about it is how she expresses her feelings and what she has gained from reading all those books with us, her grandchildren. She gives us all sorts of incredible advice on life; she quotes the authors from her books, tells us the most interesting real life stories, and opens our mind with all that information. As I hear her talking I’m just thinking how incredible it is for her to know all these things and how lucky I am that she can share it with me. I wish I knew the exact reason for her reading all these books but I have a few theories. Maybe it is because she connects herself with some of them, or she just wants to learn more about the world, maybe she has nothing else to do, it’s just a hobby, I really don’t know, but I think she’s the person who has read more books in her life than anyone else I know. Even though I just get to see her about three-four times per year, every single day and time I see her she has a different book on her hand, and I’m just prepared for the new story I will get to hear and what advice she’s going to tell me and keep me thinking on it before we say goodbye until next time.