I’m in 3rd grade at Holy Redeemer. Mrs. Robinson is recommending a book for me to read. It’s a good book for a young boy like me she says. Ugh! I want the book about the weapons of the Cold War. The Davy Crockett rocket and the Little John missile! I’m already a little headstrong. I get MY book…. and it was GREAT!
The closest library to us was the Killingsworth branch. I remember getting my first library card. Great! Now I’d have to pay a fine for overdue books. I paid up!
The building seemed HUGE! I knew I was getting older by the aisles that I would progress. Aisles filled with adventure, facts and fun! But, we all had to start somewhere, right? Books like this that I discovered after I had boys of my own:
I’ve read the complete works of Louis L’amour, Tom Clancy and Stephen Donaldson. Hundreds of hours, paper cuts, late nights and engrossed lunch hours. Books are now a trusted companion. I feel strange if I don’t have one with me.
Nowadays, I’ve got my trusty eReader. No more paper cuts! No more wet pages. No more fretting over whether to get rid of a finished book or keep it. (you wouldn’t toss away a good friend when your conversation is over, would you?)
Just the pure enjoyment of the Book! Of the Adventure!