Today is Monday, October 18, 2010
I love to read. It is my favorite thing to do. I have always loved books; how they feel in my hands, how they look on the outside, promising something wonderful on the inside, the way the words look with different typefaces and the different papers and inks. I loved books before I could read and someone else had to read the story to me.
Then there was school, I was finally in first grade. At last I was going to learn to read! Oh, the excitement and anticipation of what was to come. Happily I had no problems with words, numbers were another story, but words and books were more than friends. I started a love affair with them in first grade and it has lasted all these years, still wonderful and passionate.
I got a library card when I was six and have never been without one since. The library was and is like a candy store to me. So hard to decide which books to get. I feel sad for people who do not know how to read. And I really do not understand people who read only when they have to for school or work and never for pleasure.
Books teach me things and take me places, make me happy and sad, laugh and cry, hurt and angry. They lie and tell the truth, they ease my pain and heal my soul. Books are sometimes just okay, sometimes extraordinary, and sometimes worse than awful. Most of the time they are simply wonderful gifts.
I remember the biggest word I learned in first grade. Umbrella. It was in the story, Sally and the Big Black Umbrella. I even remember the picture at the top of the title page, Sally with the big black umbrella closed over her, all that could be seen of Sally was her shoes.
Once I learned that magic word, umbrella, I knew nothing could stop me from learning all the words in any book written. I was on my way! I could hardly wait to know enough words to read books without pictures in them.
I think bookworm is a compliment!