I honestly don’t know where I inherited my love for reading. My parents aren’t exactly the book collecting types. Growing up with very limited means, they simply maximized the public library for their schooling… and nothing else. They weren’t the type to go there and just pick up Great Expectations and read to pass the time. So I wonder most of the time why I grew to love reading so much.
I started with Archie comics, of course. I mean, it’s the classic blonde-brunette battle (dibs to be Betty). Then I slowly went to Alcott, Dickinson, Shakespeare (I was soooo dumbfounded to have realized The Rape of Lucrece is a poem!), and then the Sweet Valley years. I’m happy that even though I started with pretty teeny bopper choices, I managed to progress to modern literature and books that give you a good sense of mind fuck, and of course, an occasional Nicholas Sparks here and there.
I was sooo delighted when I logged on to Pinterest for the first time and saw there are a lot of concepts for child libraries and reading nooks. I am so sure I will have my husband make something like these for our kids.
I guess this is what I missed about being a bum. When I was a bum, I never really had to catch up on my reading since I am always up to date. Hahahahaha! Have a great day everyone. :)
By the way, this is post 454. :)