Are You Reading Me?

So I’ve decided I really stink at blogging. I mean, I really want to do it on regular basis, but I just can’t think of anything to say.

The thing is, I don’t know any of you, besides the few I’ve met, so it’s hard to open up and tell you my secrets. So I’ve decide to tell you about things that I like, then maybe I will be able to open up and let the real stuff out, before it festers.

So today I’m going to tell you about the kind of books I like to read. That would be all of them!

No really, I love to read. I was the girl that read so much my mom had to take the book out of my hand to get my attention. I remember a time when I was 10 or 11, I was in the shower, the window was open to the back yard and I was in hot water. I got in trouble because my dad was in the backyard and he could see me leaning against the back wall with the water pointed down so as to not get my book wet, because I just couldn’t put it down.

I read under the covers with a flash light and in the back of the car on the highway at night, using the moonlight to see the words leap off the page.

Reading is my escape and my first real love. I’ve never had much of an imagination, I can’t imagine what something is going to look like and I never had imaginary friends when I was little, I had friends in books. They were friends that I could laugh with, cry with, I could run the gamut of emotion with them and it was okay, they would still be there for me tomorrow.

I read everything I could get my hands on. I started out with Trixie Belden, Nancy Drew, The Happy Hollisters and Judy Bolten and The Hardy Boys. Those books are some of my favorite that I read over and over again and still do when feeling nostalgic. I wanted to be Trixie Belden and had a crush on Honey’s older brother just like she did. I, in my own mind was as clever as Nancy Drew and wanted cousins like Bess and George to have adventures with.

In the morning before school I would read the cereal box if I didn’t have a book handy and yes, I was the kid who took the time to read the dictionary.We had a really old dictionary with names and their meanings and a whole set of encyclopedias, I never had a shortage.

My sister and I used to ride our bikes to the library all the time and stay for hours. Summer reading lists were burned through in 2-3 weeks and I yearned for more. I had a voracious appetite for words and the places they could take me.

I am still the same way. I would much rather read a good book than watch a movie. When I find a good book, I have no problem reading a second or third time, they just keep getting better. There are so many things that you miss the first or second time through, things you may not appreciate in January, but come to appreciate in August.

Is it any wonder that my boys are named Atticus and Zane?