The Evolution of a Bibliophile pt. 2

Sorry been slacking a little bit lately crazy life getting in the way of blogging (also reading sadly) I HAVE FINALLY finished reading my first two books on the list and will be posting about those next I promise.... In the meantime I figured I'd post part 2 of my evolution!!

Oh Scholastic Book Fairs!! These were the highlights of my season I was the clichéd kid in a candy store on those days (or book store as the case may be). Our parents always gave us enough money to buy a couple books and since we both love reading they had no worry that the money would be hoarded or spent on frivolous things, however this particular book fair (I believe I was in grade 3 at the time) had something that would be of great help to me since I no longer had access to my flashlight. A BOOK LIGHT!!!

       

This tiny book light that clipped on to the back of your book provided me with enough light to discreetly read into the wee hours of the morning and was small enough to hide when needed. So armed with this book light and a couple new Fear Street selections I was set to continue my habit with my parents (ironically?) in the dark!! Around this same time I was spending more time than usual with my grandmother who also had a penchant for books but whereas my love at the time drew me to slightly scary and mysterious novels my grandmothers collection was on the “romantic” side of the literary spectrum (re: Harlequin Romance). After a few squeamish readings a confused (maybe slightly intrigued??) 9 year old decided grandma’s books were better left on the shelf (as I’m sure some children of today have had similar experiences with their mother’s 50 Shades or Gray).

 

Later in elementary school and early high school I discovered John Grisham, Steve Martini and their ilk of court room drama and suspense but I would still read anything I could get my hands on. And this coupled with my amazing disorganization skills (yes I was SO disorganized it was a talent) led to many school and public library books being lost or otherwise misplaced… each semester I would have to scrounge to pay the fine for lost or late books before exams rolled around in order to not fail (though looking back that may have simply been an idle threat?? Can’t really see a kid being failed due to unpaid fines). 

To this day I laugh when I come across an old fave in my collection and open it to see the PROPERTY OF NOTRE DAME stamp and the pocket where a library card should be. My tastes in books matured as I got older however my compulsive book hoarding never did...

To be continued....

Cheers!!
Dana Lynn