When I was a very young girl, I loved it when my mom read to me. I remember 18 Cousins, Old Black Witch, Christina Katerina and The Box and of course my little brother's endless requests for Green Eggs and Ham. I loved those stories, and the countless others she would read to us, and I loved the time with her. Trips to the library were mini adventures and I can still picture the tiny parking lot behind the building and the low bookshelves of the children's section clearly.
I continued to enjoy reading as I grew. From the time I was proficient at it, until my mid-teen years I would have trouble tearing myself away from a good story. It was amazing to me how real a fictional story could feel.....how completely drawn into a story I could become. But then my life got busier. More school work, friends, and a steady boyfriend. The drama of my teen years left little time to read, not to mention a major lack of interest. There just wasn't time to read for fun and it became less and less important. After I got married, I was busy working and just lost interest in books in general.
Then we had children. The fond memories of my mom reading bright, colorful children's books to my siblings and I came rushing back. I wanted that for my children. So began my renewed love of reading....to them.
We put money, time and effort into getting some wonderful picture books for our children. I would read to them at least twice a day, if not more. My children seemed to look forward to this as much as I did.....the snuggling, the shared adventures, the laughs. This benefited not only our relationship, but also their interest in books.
As each of the children grew and learned to read on their own, they still continued their love of books. All of my girls love to read. The library is still one of their favorite places. And Alexa, although she's 9, still enjoys sharing stories with me. We take turns......one of us reading while the other is doing the readers hair. Then we switch.
At the end of the chapter, we have had some laughs....not only at the story, but also at each others new "do".
And Evan looks so forward to our story times together. The promise of stories is what gets him to cooperate every night for bed! And he'll sometimes just sit and look through a stack of books in his room or on his bookshelf. Even though he hasn't learned to read yet, he still gets completely immersed in a good book.
Since becoming a parent, I have read countless picture books, children's chapter books and parenting/homeschooling books.
But I haven't read for fun,
just for me
in a long,
Until this summer.
This summer I picked up a book off our bookshelf.
It was the first in the series of the Letzenstein Chronicles.
It was a little hard to follow at first....the characters and how they are related
and know each other. But I worked through that and quickly became
immersed in this story, this time period and the adventures involving these people.
Luckily I had bought the whole series (4 books) some time ago, because
at the end of that first book, I was sad it was over, so I comforted
myself with the fact that book 2 was waiting for me on our bookshelf.
I went through the entire series of those books, then 4 more from our bookshelves that are mostly historical fiction adventure books. This might not be a big feat for other adults but for me this is major progress. I am just working the way through the books we have, then I'll have to start using the library.......for ME. How cool is that?
I'd appreciate it. I can put them on hold at our local library and have my Fall reading list all ready to roll. I'm not excited about summer ending this year, but I am psyched for this!
So, watcha readin?
Have a great day! Make it special!