Itâ€™s not much of a secret, but I learned how to read when I was four. My older sister taught me and I taught my younger brother.
When I was a child, my mother read fairy tales to me and my four siblings every night. I can remember all five of us sitting around her–on the couch or at her feet–while she read. Maybe this is why I love stories with magic in them.
Allison Brennan said this on her blog, and itâ€™s true for me too: I’ve read all the Nancy Drew books. Unlike Allison, I havenâ€™t reread them since I became an adult.
Three romances that give me the warm fuzzies are PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, LITTLE WOMEN, and JANE EYRE.
For years I devoured mysteries. After awhile I could see through the set-up in the first chapter. Thatâ€™s when I switched to reading–and writing–romance.
My reading time is precious. A book thatâ€™s â€œokayâ€ isnâ€™t enough. It has to be â€œgood,â€ but â€œexcellentâ€ is better.
Iâ€™ve never thrown a book against the wall. I just stop reading.
My father-in-law reads romances, so I give him books Iâ€™ve read. When heâ€™s done he sends them back. One book he returned wrapped in a paper bag. He said it was the dirtiest book heâ€™d ever read. And, yes, he read the entire book.
When I was newly married I lived in an upper duplex that had two doors leading to the stairway. My husband worked second shift while I was going through an Agatha Christie phase. Every night as I reached a tense part in one of her books, I stopped to check the hall doors, making sure they were locked. Considering how relatively tame those books were, you can see why I donâ€™t read horror books.
I feel sorry for people who donâ€™t enjoy reading. I am rarely bored. I can either make up a story of my own or lose myself in someone elseâ€™s wonderful creation.
If you’re a reader, the world is yours…and so are alternate worlds. Anything is possible.
Ain’t it grand?