I've been devouring books ever since I can remember (actually, I started on church bulletins when I was a baby--my parents had to get two, one for themselves and one for me to "eat"). I always hurried to get my school work done so I could use the rest of the class period to read. At home, I could be found draped across a chair, lost in a book....
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I've been devouring books ever since I can remember (actually, I started on church bulletins when I was a baby--my parents had to get two, one for themselves and one for me to "eat"). I always hurried to get my school work done so I could use the rest of the class period to read. At home, I could be found draped across a chair, lost in a book. Mom would ask me to do something and I would absently say, "Uh-huh." An hour later she would scold me out of my book and ask why I hadn't done what I said I would. I can still escape into a book like that, but one of my four children has figured out that if he says, "Mom" and then just stands there and waits, it will sink in after about two minutes and I will look up dazedly to ask what he wants. I've said yes to a lot of their requests and then been astonished when they later say, "But you said I could." My love for reading has rubbed off on my husband (of 19 years). Every so often I fill up another bookshelf; then my husband will build me a new one and say, "When that's full you really have to quit." But when I fill that one, I know he will build me another one--and say the same thing. All of my children like to read, or, in the case of the ones who don't read on their own yet, to be read to, which I have done since they were old enough to want to listen. We live in a small, cozy house in a place with long, cold winters--perfect for doing lots of reading...and knitting. And, yes, I have been known to do both at the same time--while using a book holder, of course.
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