How I became a bookaholic
by Bethany Griffin
My local library holds a book sale twice a year. I know I was very young, the bag my mother gave me was huge in my arms…,the sale was held outside, I remember there was a big fountain, and I remember my mom handing me a paper grocery bag and telling me that I could have as many books as I could fit into the bag. It was one of the greatest moments of my young life.
So, obviously I blame my mother. My bookaholic tendencies are completely her fault. She got tired of reading picture books when I was very small and started reading chapter books with me. Early favorites were the Chronicles of Narnia, Little House on the Prairie, and the Prydain Chronicles. Even after I was able to read my mom and I would have a book that we were reading together and I would have a book I was reading to myself. I’m not sure how deeply I understood the books we read (we tackled LOTR when I was 4) but I was never afraid of big books.
During my early school years we visited the library at least once a week. They had a ten book limit so I would carefully choose 10 books each week. As I got older I spent a good deal of money at the local bookstore. So, I guess there was never a time that I wasn’t reading, collecting, purchasing or possibly hoarding books!
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