Sharing the Same Love for Books
I’ve wanted to be a writer for a long time, but I don’t believe I could have become one if I wasn’t also an avid reader. Reading and writing are two sides of the same coin, which is why when people ask, I say, if you want to be a writer—be a reader.
My love for reading came from my mom, partly her genes, of course, but mostly by her example. Mom didn’t have to say a word. I acquired a love for books by watching her constantly reading. It was obvious that she was entranced by whatever story she was reading. And wow, was she ever a fast reader! She still is. You can get a chill from the pages of her book flipping by so fast.
Even though there was little money for frills when we were growing up, Mom made sure there were books in the house. She insisted on buying a set of encyclopedias from the traveling salesman who came one summer. (Even though Dad griped, he became a big fan and loved reading them.) When I was in second or third grade, Mom signed me up for the Weekly Reader Children’s Book Club through our school. Libraries are great, I know. And today, having a Kindle is nice for conveniently storing lots of books. But there’s nothing like handling a physical book, especially one that belongs to you. I still remember the excitement and happiness I felt when the book club books arrived and my teacher distributed them to those who had ordered them.
The only thing better is the feeling you get when you first hold in your hands the book you yourself wrote.
I still have several of the books from the Weekly Reader Children’s Book Club. Parcifal Rides the Time Wave was the first time-travel story I ever read and I still love it. (I loved it so much, I wrote a review for it on Amazon.) Another favorite was My Father’s Dragon, a mystical, mysterious, adventure story. Later, there were Nancy Drew and Hardy Boy books for birthdays and Christmases.
I moved on to other books, hundreds of other books—from Agatha Christy mysteries to the great classics like The Odyssey in college. And each of them has become a part of who I am as a writer. But it all started with watching mom read.
So thanks, Mom. This one’s for you.
It would be so nice of you to share!