Falling in love with reading

I don’t remember a time that I didn’t love reading.  I remember reading chapter books long into the night by flashlight, under the covers, as a child.  I could finish a book in a night or two as I got older.  I never wanted to put the book down.

I can’t remember what I read as a child to start it, but I remember reading quite a few.  I remember reading a lot of Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary books.  I remember reading Island of the Blue Dolphins.  I remember avoiding A Wrinkle in Time, because the Newbery Award stamp on it made it intimidating, and therefore it must be boring.

I loved picking the books from the little catalog that they sent home from school.  Finding the free and cheap books that were worth reading was always fun.

After I graduated from high school, I pretty much stopped reading other than for school.  Textbooks weren’t a lot of fun, and they took up my reading time.  After I finished school, full time work held my attention, and the commute.  Then I had children.  I read to them, but nothing for myself.  When they got older, I finally got back into reading.  I am glad I did.  I learn so much that way.

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