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In first grade, the vivid memory of writing a first short story. It was about a snail.
Later that same year, being handed an Amelia Bedelia book and being befuddled by such a dumb character. Never picking up another edition from that series again.
In second grade, thinking punishment was coming because of being pulled outside the classroom, and being told that now it was time to read books from the shelf in the corner. “Because you’re far more advanced than the other students.”
Feeling frustrated to have to pick from the boring shelf, being singled out, feeling like I couldn’t read the fun books.
Checking stacks upon stacks of Family Circus and Garfield comics from the local library to make up for all the boring books I was stuck with during the school day.
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Challenge Your Shelf: Reading Memories I read this book when I was 10 or 11, probably too young. My cousin, who let me borrow her copy of the book, had a giant influence on the kind of things I read. She got me into Laurell K. Hamilton, L.J. Smith, Christopher Pike, and others in that genre.
Let's Talk Bookish About...Reading for the Season You're In.
Let’s Talk Bookish is a weekly bookish meme originally created by Rukky @ Eternity Books and hosted by Aria @ Book Nook Bits and Dini @ DiniPandaReads, where every Friday, bloggers write discussion posts based on a weekly prompt. Reading for the SeasonYou’re In Prompts: Do you prefer reading about characters who are in a similar life stage as you (age, career, relationships, etc.)? Has your…
A mystery solved!
For YEARS I have been trying to figure out why I think I’ve read Rubyfruit Jungle when nothing about it looks or sounds familiar at all, not least because I remembered it being a YA novel -- I know which library I got it from, and I would only have been 12 or 13. But I remember that title very specifically because afterward I decided “Rubyfruit,” which I’d never heard before, would be a cool name for a pet Red Angus cow in one of my stories (whoops).
Just now I was trying to find a book for someone and I checked the 20th Century YA With LGBT Themes list, and OH MY GOD. No, I didn’t read Rubyfruit Jungle -- I read The Cat Came Back by Hilary Mullins, about a girl realizing she’s gay, and she references the other title within it.
Twenty year mystery, solved by accident. Love that journey for me.
8 book reading experiences i won't ever forget
8 book reading experiences i won’t ever forget
This is a linkup with The Artsy Reader Girl’s Top Ten Tuesday. The topic is called “Books with Sensory Reading Memories (where I was, what time of year it was, who I was with, what I was eating, etc.)” and I definitely have a bunch of those.
I didn’t choose 10 because honestly, then this would just get way too long and I feel like the rest of my memories all sound the same so I decided to cheat a…
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Reading Journal For My Son
Reading Journal For My Son
Do you ever look back on your childhood of reading and regret things? I do. I am often told how I threw a book through the room when my mother was teaching me how to read. Poor book. I think I remember that too. And there were a lot of children’s books I come across now that I would have liked to have read back then (and they were out then). But I think my biggest regret is not remembering all…
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When I was little, Dad would often read to me from The Children’s Book of Virtues. He had the most calm reading voice, it was amazing - I can still hear it to this day. <3
He brought home stacks of computer paper - the kind with holes down each side - and made sure I learned how to fold airplanes, and drew dot-to-dot letters to help me practice my printing.
He spent many, many hours taking me to tennis lessons, and after work, helping me practice at the local tennis court. Like my mom, he taught me if you’re going to do something, you gotta give it your all best.
He always believed I could do it - math, sports, music, technology, weed-eating (haha :)). He never made me think being a girl (or shy, or half-Vietnamese, or homeschooled) was a barrier, nor a “special snowflake”. His can-do attitude is contagious.
The man who misses all the fun Is he who says, “It can’t be done.” In solemn pride he stands aloof And greets each venture with reproof. Had he the power he’d efface The history of the human race; We’d have no radio or motor cars, No streets lit by electric stars; No telegraph nor telephone, We’d linger in the age of stone. The world would sleep if things were run By men who say, “It can’t be done.”