How could I not write about my gratitude towards the hobby that has allowed me to travel to different time periods, countries and different socio-economic situations?
My mom always had a book going, as did my grandmother. Now, we do not share the same favorite books but because of them I was introduced to the worlds of Anne of Green Gables, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Madeline, and so many more.
My parents were very good about kicking us outside every day, even in the coldest weather (boooo snow) but I was usually granted an exception if my nose was suck inside a good book. I think this is why I want nothing more than to cuddle up on the couch under a blanket with a cup of something hot and read all weekend long when the weather turns chilly.
Books have brought me some fabulous Internet friends, an in-person book club that has brought new friends, strengthened relationships and rekindled relationships with friends from the past, and escape from when the stress of live gets me down.
It kept me entertained and connected to my interests when I spent many hours of 2011 nursing my beautiful baby girl. It keeps me thinking, feeling and interested in the world around me.
I have so much love for reading and some much gratitude that my parents READ to me, bought me tons of books and encouraged reading even if it WAS the back of the cereal box. Everyone should be given the start that I was afforded by my parents.
Nothing warms my heart more than reading books to my little bookworm and watching her pick up her books and sit on the couch thumbing through her favorites. We will always have books outnumber toys in this house and I think it's accepted even by our littlest member. I mean we do have 5 bookcases filled to the brim, another box full waiting for shelf space and a box of books waiting to be donated in the basement. We will never have enough! ;)
What books did your parents share with you?