Well you’re not gonna believe this but,
it’s actually cool.
I didn’t want to disappoint my loyal readers by not starting with the weather.
Canuck oblige 🙂
So, I was reading A guy’s moleskin notebook (links mattsviews),
which I discovered thanks to The Lesbrary (also in links),
and he participates in these, I guess you would call them blog prompters.
Musings on Mondays and booking through Thursday, stuff like that.
I don’t really want to tie myself down to formulas,
“I gotta be free, I gotta be me”
But,
I like the idea of an occasional jump start.
So, this week the topic is what book started you on your love of reading.
Obviously, I am paraphrasing.
It got me thinking,
what book do I recall reading as a child, awoke the reader in me?
The truth?
I’m not sure.
I do however ,
remember my mother bringing home a new copy of
The Diary Of Anne Frank.
It changed me.
I don’t recall how old I was, still a child, that I know.
I couldn’t believe how cruel people could be.
I believe, that book unleashed a thirst,
that to this day has not been quenched.
When I was twelve, thirteen I started reading biographies, mostly of famous women.
Eleanor Roosevelt, Marie Curie, Margaret Mead but also,
movie stars like Katharine Hepburn and Shelley Winters.
I hardly read biographies any more,
I prefer memoirs, parts of a person’s life from their own very subjective point of view.
Not so interested in the minute details of their childhood.
I like fiction the best.
I have traveled all over the world and through history as well, via fiction.
I’m grateful to my mother for being a reader and for telling me early on,
“When you read you are never bored”
Ain’t it the truth.
Well girls off to read.
Later
BB