I read three books in the past few days. Staying up far to late to finish them, I devoured the words into my mind, as if the words were an elixir necessary for life. It had been ages since I had read a book, so I went on a reading binge, so to speak. (The ‘Divergent’ series is excellent, by the way.). I read into the early hours of the morning, turning in only when the last page had been reached. My husband was confused at my lack of ability to put down the book, but reading has long been an addictive activity for me.
When I was younger, reading was a way of life. While some kids got yelled at for passing notes or disrupting class, I was often spoken to for slipping a book into my lap, reading during the lectures instead of taking notes. The library was one of my favorite places, with stacks and stacks of fanciful adventures to I could claim with only the swipe of a card, a stamp from he librarian, and desire in my heart. It was like heaven to me. My mom and I would go down on the weekends, picking up mountains of books, only to return and check out many more. I read everything I could get my hands on: from Agatha Christie to J.K. Rowling, I experienced the world through words on a page, one descriptive phrase after the next.
I was especially fond of the ‘Harry Potter’ series. My mom, sister, and I would wait in line for the latest novel, eager with anticipation. After midnight, we would rush home, and I would settle in for a night of reading. I remember feeling the need to read until I finished a book, even if I was so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Apparently, this need has not gone away.
I can’t wait for my little one to really appreciate the feeling of a good book. The satisfaction of turning the last page, conquering the reality held between the pages. I can’t wait for her to experience the beauty and camaraderie nestled inside books like The Lion, the Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis, the fascinating landscape of The Wizarding World, and the noble quest behind The Lord of the Rings. Truth be told, I did read her small sections of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone when she was a only a few months old. She usually fell asleep, but it think it was because she was focused so intently.
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