I’m a little verklempt.
I’ve always been a reader. I have a photo of myself “reading” to my little sister when I was about three. I knew all my books by heart, even when to turn the page; many folks thought I was reading well before I actually was. For all of my school life, I was reading above my grade level. When I was in fifth grade, I pulled “Hunchback of Notre Dame” off the school library shelf and the librarian told me it was “too old for me”. Like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
I’m also a serial reader; there is a book on CD in the car, audiobook on my laptop and assorted books in the bedroom and the living room. Right now I’m reading Eragon by Christopher Paolini (dragon book – thanks for the nudge MiG), Elementary She Read by Vicki Delaney (murder mystery), I am Thinking of You My Darling by Vincent McHugh (science fiction recommended by our Steve), Selected Poems by Amy Lowell (she was a fairly well-known poet in her day, writing at the turn of the 20th century) and finally The Peacocks of Baboquivari by Erma Fisk (memoir of a woman who lived alone for five months banding birds for The Nature Conservancy – I have NO clue where I got the idea about this one).
But why am I verklempt, you ask? Because I did not raise a reader. Saying this out loud is a little like committing hari-kari. I read to her constantly when she was young, she had a good library of books, she learned to read easily but to no avail; she has just never wanted to read. Right after Christmas I was amazed to see her toting a book around the house. Some kind of inspirational/self-help/current events thing. I teared up a little. Then three weeks ago she came to me and asked if she could use my Amazon account to buy.. wait for it… books! Now what you need to know is that asking to use my account is YA’s code for “will you buy it for me”. “OF COURSE YOU CAN USE MY ACCOUNT” I yelled as I hugged her. When the books showed up on Friday I was so excited — as I was taking the photo, you could have heard her eyes roll from a block away. She did tell me that I could read the books as well if I wanted to. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I had already read two of them.
Have you infected anybody with the reading bug? What are you reading right now?