Aspirations of Bookworms
Ever since I can remember, I have loved to read. My mom started teaching me when I was about 3 or 4, and I just took off. I remember as a kid spending a rainy Saturday curled up in a chair reading from a whole stack of Babysitter's Club books. It was not unusual that I would read two or three in a sitting. I was kind of a freak. We had this huge, ridiculous bookshelf at home that my dad had built. He basically took two logs, stood them up, cut board sized grooves, and slid unfinished lumber in for each shelf. They were huge and heavy and filled with books. A set of encyclopedias, all the how-to books, a set of the "classics" (you know, the ones with the dark colored binding and gold letters) and all you could read Nancy Drew and Grace Livingston Hill books. There were more, but those I remember right now. Next door, at my uncle's house, it was the same way. Loads of books. Louis L'Amore, Tom Clancy, Joh Grisham, Da...