I always loved reading. It started very early on through the thin, newspapery Scholastic Book Club catalogues handed out to us early on. I remember ordering Charlie Brown books, bringing the money in a little envelope to school. It was really thrilling when the book order arrived and I was handed my new books.
From the time that I was old enough to walk to the library by myself, I always had a stack of library books. With the junior library card, I could only get four books out at a time. This mean that I was at the library every week. I'd check out my limit of books and go home to start reading them. I loved discovering new books. A good story was completely engrossing and I would be upset when I reach the end of the book, and the story was over.
I still wonder what happened to Mary, Colin and Dickon at Misselthwaite Manor in The Secret Garden after I finished the book. This is where a good series was invaluable. The story continues in the next book!
"Peggy, it's time for dinner!"
- no response -
"Peggy get down here! Dinner's ready!"
" . . . okay just a minute"
Then I clump down to dinner, book in hand.
"No reading at the dinner table"
I would much rather spend time in Narnia, Middle Earth or 19th Century England. It was a wonderful escape. I stayed out of trouble and nobody bothered me. It did improve my vocabulary - to the point where somebody in my 5th grade said that I talked like a professor. Note to my 10 year old self - dumb down the language for classmates or they will think you're weird.
It mystified me that none of my children were ever big readers. I thought all kids liked to read, but then we didn't have Nintendo back in the olden days. I tried to get the boys to like books more - but you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink!
I think at this point there were only three Harry Potter books in the series. So, after ripping through the initial published works, I had to wait for Ms Rowling to finish writing the next in the series.
I read books that aren't childrens books. I have shelves and shelvesof them but for some reason it is these first books that hold a special place in my life.
Ollie the Cat: 2004 – 2018
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