Books have always had a massive influence on my life, and I sometimes wonder if I hated my first three years of university so much because I forgot to read.
In truth, I have difficulty understanding how people could not enjoy reading, but… I try my best not to be judgmental. Because I am full of sentiment, I decided to use this week’s TTT freebie with The Broke and the Bookish to reminisce on my Top Ten Bookish Memories.
1. Sitting on Dad’s lap in front of his assisted-reading device while he read to me from my children’s Bible. I also remember the day he bought it for me, I was very excited.
2. Mom teaching me the words to Spots, Feathers and Curly Tails by Nancy Tafuri and me proudly “reading” the book to anyone who was in the vicinity.
* I maintain that #1 and #2 contribute to the reason I could read by the age of 4 – a combination of following the enlarged script as dad read and of reciting the same words over and over.
3. Shortly after we moved into our current house 16 years ago, Mom took me to library. She showed me Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. That was the beginning of a lifelong Dahl-romance.
4. In my first week of Grade 2, I went to my school’s library. My mom had asked one of the Grade 7-librarians to help me find a book; who brought me a large-print picture book with one sentence per page. I was disgusted and took out The Arabian Nights instead (which turned out much more difficult than it appeared, but finish it I did!).
5. Reading Kringe in ‘n Bos (Circles in a Forest) by Dalene Matthee in Grade 3. My teacher made a big fuss about it, and I never really understood why until I heard that it was prescribed reading for students in Grade 11-12.
* I should probably re-read #4 and #5, eh? It’s been a long long time since I read them.
6. Being shouted at by primary school teachers for reading while lining up after breaktime. I never did understand that. I wasn’t talking, I wasn’t causing trouble. Surely teachers should be happy that I was reading? The same teachers told me to stop talking about books. What, you’d rather I talk about Barbie dolls?
7. Discovering Harry Potter books in 2001. My good friend received them for her birthday and insisted I would enjoy them. I refused to denounce them when a while later, super-religious people declared it to be “evil”. My friendship with the girl kind of faded when she moved to Australia, but I’ll always associate HP with her.
8. The 2km walk to the library: Whenever I got home from school I would change out of my uniform and run or cycle to the library. I was there so regularly that the librarians knew me by name, allowed my scruffy dog in the library and gave me birthday presents.
9. Reading visits with my gran: On miserable days, we would plonk down on the couches with a book each. Except for reading memorable excerpts aloud, we would hardly speak for hours. But those reading sessions brought us so close together.
10. My high school teachers turning a blind eye to my reading in class, knowing that I would get pristine marks regardless. I was a bit of an annoyance to my classmates in this way, I think.
11. Mom hiding books considered too adult from me, because she knew I read anything I could get my hands on.
Now, for an update on Once-upon-a-Readathon:
For Day 1 I have managed to finish Slide. What a great book! I’m pleasantly surprised that the author could fit so much emotion and suspense in a single book. I like the touch of medicine in it,too.
I’ve also read 130 pages of Anne of Green Gables. Taking into account that I was in hospital from 08:00 to 16:00 and did some studying too (do those pages count?), I’ve read up a storm.
It was fun.
Before I sign off for the day, I’m answering two quick questions as part of a #OUreadathon mini-challenge, hosted at I B Book Blogging.
- My favorite cover reveal for this season is The Violet Fox by Clare C. Marshall – it looks lovely, and apparently the runes at the sides were made from scratch. I love a cover that’s been made with love.
- My book choices aren’t influenced by covers so much as the inside flap or back cover. I’m hugely influenced by a book’s blurp! Although a good cover will definitely attract my attention, I won’t read it if the synopsis sounds silly.