Monday, November 12, 2012

The Evolution of a Bibliophile pt. 1

So for this post I thought I would take some time to explain how I came to love and live books to the point where people that know little about me know about my passion for reading (on a side note when I mentioned to my boss that I was taking on the 1,001 books list he laughed and said "no worries you will probably be done by next summer), Only once I started writing I noticed that my story was a LOT longer then I thought so today I will begin with part 1 of my life story...



Going way back to childhood I would have to trace my passion for reading to my mother even today still fondly remembers reading at least once everyday to my brother and I these special times obviously left an impression on both of us since we both spend a lot of time reading and excelled in reading and writing from a young age. 

I remember in early years of school becoming easily bored (and therefore disruptive!) as I flew through the primary readers with less than 15 words per page (“See Spot Run” ya that took a lot of effort) and being the first in my class to graduate to chapter books. In later years I was taken right out of my grade 4 reading time and sent to the lower grade to buddy up with a student and help them with their reading skills since typically I was done that month’s book within 2-4 days.
I commiserate with today’s teens suffering from “text neck” (soreness of the neck and upper back from slouching to stealthily send texts when you shouldn’t be) as I can probably attribute my life long struggle with tension headaches and shoulder pain to the hours spent in class slouched down and hunched over to read from the novel I had hidden halfway into my desk (though my father blames my back problems on my brother once launching me off a teeter totter as a toddler). 


As I discovered series of youth and teen books (all my love to Baby Sitters Club, Sweet Valley Twins, Goosebumps and Fear Street) I would devour one after another sometimes reading more than one book in a single day. I would feign “bathroom troubles” to stay up reading late at night in the bathroom and when my parents caught on to that one I stole a flashlight from my dad’s toolbox to sit under covers and continue. Eventually this ruse was caught on and I was forced to sleep after bedtime rather then read my current novel until a faithful book fair day brought me a new enabler for this addiction…

To be continued....

Cheers!!
Dana Lynn

2 comments:

  1. What were those books that you got to choose the path? I used to LOVE those.. and its a good way to get kids to read the book twice to see where the path unchosen would take you.

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  2. lol I hated the books.... I would get mad if I didn't pick the best ending the first time around lol.. choose your own adventure I'm far too neurotic for that!!

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