Today's gratitude post: I am thankful for my love of reading. Part of the Fall into Reading 2010 challenge are weekly questions on Callapidder days. This week's question was, How did you get into reading? When and how/why did you really become “a reader”? Good question.
I honestly don't remember not being a reader. I am certain that there was a time before which I couldn't read, but I don't recall it. I only know that I have always been a reader.
My Mom read to us a lot. At Christmas, Cranberry Christmas, The Mole Family Christmas, Mousekin's Christmas Eve and others. Easter meant The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes and Tippity Witchit at Halloween. Always she would read to us from the magical, My Book House set. They were filled with stories of brownies and fairies, poems and sonnets and folk tales from around the world. Adventures and classics filled the pages of the "older" books in the set and these were the books I grew up devouring. These were the books I first remember and they were magical.Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.
Holling C. Holling books Mom loved and read to us, the illustrations kept us engaged through some of the more lengthy passages. We had books coming from our Weekly Reader book club to read and love. Miss Suzy, Miss Twiggly's Tree, and Jerome I remember and still have. The memory blurs whether I read these or Mom read them to me or both. It matters not.
Children are made readers on the laps of their parents. ~ Emilie Buchwald
I recall being a reader in the first grade. I brought my Grandmother's childhood edition of Robin Hood to school with me and that mean old Mrs. Norris took it away and sentenced me to that reading purgatory, the Dick and Jane books. I had nothing against Dick and Jane, or Baby or Spot but as my reading skills were, shall we say, quite a bit past them, I began my school career bored silly.
I read everywhere. I still do. I read in the bathtub, I read on the bus, I read at the table when I could get away with it and I am still looking for a way to read in the shower. I used to put my books, my cat and some snacks in a basket, climb my tree, haul them up to me and camp out there for the day.
The library at my elementary school was one of my favorite places. It was here I discovered the Childhood of Famous Americans series. I credit these books for my passion for history and I read every single one at least twice. Here also lived the Twins books by Lucy Fitch Perkins, Nancy Drew and Laura Ingalls Wilder.
When I became proficient at riding my bike, I would ride to the local libraries and stock up for the week. I had cards to at least 5 libraries. At these places, I discovered authors. I found Louisa May Alcott and began my lifelong habit of reading everything an author wrote when I found one I liked. Indian Captive was riveting. I never did like Alice in Wonderland but I adored Oz. Unlike now, I didn't actually own very many books. But on my shelf and beloved were ones my parents bought me, Little Women, The Secret Garden, The Chronicles of Narnia and The Little House boxed set.
I still have them all. I remember vividly on one of our only family vacations we went to Mystic Seaport. The souvenir I brought home was a beautiful copy of Ozma of Oz.
Older and working my first job, I had income and that meant I could buy my own books. I joined my very first book club. The Science Fiction book club. My first box of free ones came and I was off and running in whole new directions. The Dragonriders of Pern, Amber, The Adept series, the Spellsinger, The Dragon and the George, Darkover, Robert Heinlein literally gave me new worlds to play in.
Classes in high school and friends who shared common interests nurtured my passion for the genre. High school also brought me William Shakespeare and the incomparable Alice Williams, who inspired a life long passion for the Bard and his works. A passion for which I will be forever thankful.
I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths. ~ John Keats ~
Show me the books he loves and I shall know the man far better than through mortal friends.
~ Dawn Adams ~
~ Dawn Adams ~
Fantasy was the genre I camped out it for the longest time and remains my favorite, the closest to my heart. This was the genre that brought me the worlds of J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S.Lewis and J.K. Rowling and David Eddings. It has taken me there and back again with friends that are indelibly stamped in my imagination. These are the books that make me laugh and cry, wonder and ponder, books that are written with archetypes so common to our condition and themes so central to our lives that they became a part of who I am.
No ending can be right, because it shouldn't be over at all. The magic is not supposed to go away. ~Stephen King on Deathly Hallows
I am also a reader to educate myself, to become a better person, to help educate my children and because I have a passion for learning. I love history books, biographies that help me understand history better and commentaries. I love books about art, literature and music. I love poetry and essays. I always have a stack of this sort of book both by my chair and next to my bed.
I am a reader to further my relationship with God and by doing so live better and more fully. My Bible, various devotionals and studies are the first part, the middle part and the last part of my days.
To get the full flavor of an herb, it must be pressed between the fingers, so it is the same with the Scriptures; the more familiar they become, the more they reveal their hidden treasures and yield their indescribable riches. ~ John Chrysostom
As to particular hows and whens I am at a loss.
But I do know that I am, a Reader.
But I do know that I am, a Reader.
All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse, and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was.
~ Ernest Hemingway ~