One of my early memories of school is reading groups. I found them horrible, annoying, stupid and giant wasters of time. Why? Not because I hated reading, but because I LOVED it. I was reading chapter books at age 5. I found sitting in that little circle, listening to my peers halting staccato sounding out of words to be TORTURE. Torture, because I could read SO MUCH faster than they could. To this day, I cringe and want to scream every time someone reads aloud to me.
My sister and I both are very very avid readers. One summer we decided to read the entire Harvard recommended reading list, which I think is about 100 books. We got through about 15 books a piece before we realized the Harvard book list is HECK-AH boring. We returned to better pursuits. (Reading sci-fi for me, Jane Austen for her.)
I’m married to a man who likes to read, but reads very slowly, savoring every syllable. I read the entire series of Harry Potter in two months, he reads the same book for half a year.
The yardstick for when we need to move to a new (bigger) place is when we run out of places to put our books. I have a book case in my kitchen, 5 book storage areas in my living room, two large bookcases in my bedroom, and books stacked on the back of each toilet. I read when I eat, I read before bed, I read when I brush my teeth. I am running out of room.
When my grandmother contracted an eye disease called macular degeneration that eventually took her sight, my sister and I were terrified it was hereditary, and we too would one day lose our ability to see. We immediately researched how long it would take to learn braille. (not long, if you’re motivated)
I am running out of places to put our books. We have everything from good hardy sci-fi, to historical fiction, to speculative fiction (very different from sci-fi), to works on mystics of the early christian church. We have syllabi from our internships, two copies of Lord of the Rings, Sherlock Holmes classics and about 6 bibles. I keep certain books because they remind me of people.
I keep Dodi Smiths’ “I Capture the Castle” because it reminds me of my sister Meghan. I have Lord of the Rings because it frustrates Aaron I’ve never read them. I keep cookbooks to remind me of my mom, and home. I have the Bible my dad gave me when I was 16, with his inscription that inspires my life.
I need a house with a library and one of those ladders that scoot around on the railings…. The problem I’m having right now is I have so many different book storage places that I sometimes have trouble finding a specific book.
I’m now really beginning to read to my son. Up until now he could have cared less about it, hence why I waited a bit. It made me think of all the books he needs: Alexander and the No Good Very Bad Day, My Dad the Magnificent, The Hungry Hungry Caterpillar etc.
This post has no real question, or problem, I just had to move three books to get my toothbrush this morning, and I’ve been missing my sister, and that made me think of how much I love to read.