Have you always loved to read? If not, how did you get into reading?
This was the question this week. The answer is. . .
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love to read. I don’t remember a time when I could NOT read. My earliest memories are of books: reading, discussing, breathing them in.
I was blessed to be raised by two passionate readers. We talked books around the dinner table from the time I was a toddler until the day I got married and left home. My dad read to me every night before bed until the night I left for college. Books were essential to our life.
The first books I remember would probably be the Little House books, Katie John, All of a Kind Family. . .some really fabulous reading.
All of my children loved to read except my second daughter. It took her until she was about nine years old, when she became interested in Egypt and mummies. Suddenly, she couldn’t read fast enough. Now, at 22, she has books all over her room and reads constantly.
I can’t imagine a life without books.
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