This morning on one of the a.m. talk shows they had a librarian who was describing a program for kids at our library, to encourage reading, to get children interested at an early age and so forth. I thought back to my own childhood, and one of my earliest memories is lying in bed next to my mom while she was reading a paperback, with just the little light reflecting on the pages before I fell asleep.
I cannot imagine growing up without books. Without reading ALL of the time as an adult (before pc I hate to admit). Reading has made me more knowledgeable about subjects that I would never know about otherwise and that’s just from reading fiction! Reading has made me a good speller, a smarter person and taken me to places out of this world.
How sad not to have a role model to teach a child how much fun it is to read. How tragic not to know that what’s inside a book cover has the ability to absolutely change your life forever. It blows my mind. Thank God for people like that librarian, and anyone like her who cares and has the patience, tolerance, and essentially, a “calling” to do such meaningful work.