Deprivation... Does it kill it all ?

I was at the third grade primary school when my legs led me down to the library. Once I opened the first book and started reading , it felt like something beautiful in my heart. I nearly finished reading all the books there by the end of the primary school years. I kept a thought in my head that the more I read, a lot of knowledge will allow me to be a writer nearly and kept trying that. Once I stepped into the library of the preparatory school , I was shocked that I won't be able to take books home again. Why ? Because the librarian told me so . I made a huge mess and told the Director of the school and told my parents too . Then they finally allowed me one book per a week. That made me be angry and hate reading and I stopped reading again the way I was reading in the past. I decided focusing on the core school study and other than studying like a cessior , I kept proceeding like a pin and the tip of the othe pin is broken.