When I was a child—odd child that I was—my favorite Christmas presents were books. My favorite activity during cold winter days was to curl up in front of the fireplace and read.
My parents were readers. My mother had a bookcase built into one wall of the living room and filled it with novels. Several books would be placed artfully on tables while others were tossed in a chair where they were being read.
I love the feel of books, the pages, the covers, everything. One of my favorite activities both as a child and as an adult has been to go into a bookstore and browse, just enjoying all those books in one place and hoping to find one by a favorite author, a book I hadn’t read before. In on-line bookstores, I love to follow the “because-you-have-ordered-this-book-you-may-enjoy-this-one” links.
People are surprised how much I know about history and geography and how big my vocabulary is. I take no credit for that. I learned it by reading. I love historicals because where else can you enjoy a story and learn neat stuff? In college I had a double major of English and Spanish because I thought, “How cool is it to be able to read and get college credit for it?” So I did that, in two languages.
Reading has truly been much of the center of and a constant in my life. I imagine, if you’re here and reading this, it has been for you as well. What wonderful memories do you have about reading?