I Love Them

I have been in love with words as long as I can remember.  They teach me things, entertain me, enrapture me.

My mom says I started reading early.  I don’t remember a day without a book.

In school, once a week we had sixth graders come into our second grade class.  We would each be given a time to read our book to the older student so they could help us as we went through the book.  Our assignment was to take a book home the night before and practice it so we were ready for our reading buddy.  I always forgot.  So, when I thought my teacher wasn’t looking, I would grab one off the shelf and read it to the big kid.

No biggie.  The book was easy peasy.

Too bad my teacher didn’t see it quite as I did.  She kept telling my mom, you have to have her bring a book home.  She needs to pick it from this area and practice it the night before.  My mom mentioned it a time or two, but she said, “I can’t punish her for knowing how to read really well.”

I grew up to earn an English and Journalism Degree.  I knew I had to do something with words.

I need those words.  I need to feed my soul with them.  I wish that were easier with kids around…

Here is my current pile to be read and that doesn’t include what is on the kindle or kindle app.

And there are all those wonderful, beautiful books on my Amazon wishlist (hint hint family, I have a wishlist specifically for books).

I love them.  And now, my friend is out there writing for books, so I of course have to get that one (downloaded it today–Clash of the Couples–you should head over to her blog for the link to purchase it on Amazon!!  Now, go now!!)

Books, books, books.  They make me awfully happy.

I’d write more about there perfection, but I have to go read my cousins’ draft of a book she is collaborating on!!!