In 1st grade our class did a reading competition. Each student had a clown holding a bunch of balloons on the wall and then for every book we read, the title of the book would be added to one of the balloons. My bunch of balloons grew and grew. It was half-way across the ceiling of our classroom before the competition was over. I won.
I won't go through every stage of my life, but let's just say, I have always been a reader. Have I always made outside, pleasure reading my top priority? Nope. Have I always loved reading and books? Yes. Book stores are dangerous places for me. And I am usually reading several books at one time. Some people find this weird. But I guess it became a habit in college. I had to read lots of books all at the same time for my different classes, so I suppose I just got used to doing it. Right now I am currently reading:
The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown
I Thought it Was Just Me by Brene Brown (also)
I Read It, But I Don't Get It by Cris Tovani
Write Like This by Kelly Gallagher
Daughters in Our Kingdom
The Teachings of George Albert Smith
Monster by Walter Dean Myers
And I think there are a couple more that I am just not thinking of right now... Let's just suffice it to say that I am always reading something. Articles, books, papers, blog posts, etc., which is why when I read this blog post today, John Steinbeck's words in regards to his book East of Eden made me think of my own relationship with books:
I hope my book is enough like him [referring to the reader] so that he may find interest and recognition and some beauty as one finds in a friend.
I have many books of friends.
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When I was little, I used to sleep with a stack of books on my bed.
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