The year was 1976.
I sat on a bench in the reading corner of Mrs. Warren’s second grade classroom. You know what I’m talking about when I say reading corner – worn carpet squares on the floor with scattered pillows for coziness; painted book shelves loaded with colorful Scholastic Book selections, brightly appropriate for budding readers. Wearing my black and red plaid dress and dark-rimmed, Coke-bottle glasses that enabled my weak right eye to keep up with my left, I swung my feet back and forth as I found myself absorbed in a book, and falling head over heels in love with reading. My freshly developed reading skills had whisked me away into a new world called Chapter Books: amazing stories about giant peaches, pioneer girls, and a little pest named Ramona.
The name of the book I was reading that particular day escapes my memory now, but I remember distinctly how I felt as I was drawn into the tale that I held in my hands. That was the first of many days I escaped into a story that made me lose track of time. I was completely surprised and not a little embarrassed that day when I heard my teacher’s voice calling my name – apparently I was so engrossed I had not heard the lunch bell ring! The rest of the class was already marching in line to the lunch room, and there I was, swinging my feet and happily, obliviously, reading.
That is how my love affair with books began. With my thick glasses and quiet personality, I perfectly fit the image of a young bookworm. But ah, in second grade, I had yet to learn what a stereotype even was, let alone care. I was in love!
Though the glasses were long ago replaced by contacts, through the years reading has been my constant passion, never waning, never abandoned. I spent hours reading in the car as a young girl, on camping trips with my family, in bed at night long after everyone else was asleep. In college I couldn’t wait for Christmas break, not just to have a break from classes or to spend time with family and friends, but to be able to read for pleasure! When my four children were small, reading (preferably with a bowl of popcorn) was my “girl’s night out” after they were all tucked in bed. And even now, after 25 years of marriage, my husband and I have an unspoken agreement: I can stay up later than him and read in bed if I turn off the light and use his camping headlamp. I just have to make sure I don’t turn it on until AFTER I kiss him goodnight.
So, welcome to my blog. I hope to share my love of reading, the books I’ve read and my reflections on them, and just a little bit of my life with you, fellow reader. And I hope you will share the same with me.