Originally Posted 8/28/2017 –
Special note to contributors, I apologize that the pictures didn’t migrate, next blog hop this will be corrected.
Brandy Potter www.brandypotterbooks.com
My mother is an avid reader. Since I was a baby, she read to me every day. My most vivid memory was when she was pregnant with my brother. She was very sick, but she made my father take me to the library every Saturday and I was allowed to get 3 picture books and 1 book with chapters and no pictures. Being 6, I read the picture books myself, but my memories are of the chapter books. My mother would read them and I became Laura Ingalls Wilder (nod to Jordan’s answer there) or Dorothy or Alice, but my favorite book was The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Anderson. The full 117 page version which for a 6 year old is LOOOOOOOONG . I was Kay and I loved the Reindeer girl (needless to say, I was disappointed in Frozen. Like the movie but the Snow Queen it is NOT)
Leslie Conzatti www.upstreamwriter.blogspot.com
Truly, I got into reading… before I could actually, you know, read.
It’s my earliest memory, and I can distinctly recall what it felt like to open a book and have no idea what the text said. It was the chapter book Sarah Witcher’s Story by Elizabeth Yates, and I picked it up, instantly fascinated by the illustrations. I made up my own story about what I saw in those pictures, telling and explaining to myself what was happening. Imagine how strange it felt to go back a couple years later to that same book, and discover that the story I “remembered” was a dozen times more exciting than the story that was actually there. I got into reading very quickly (like at the age of 5) because I enjoyed being swept away by story after story, even reading books several times over because I enjoyed the feelings they evoked.
Just B. Jordan www.JustBJordan.com
…For being a writer, I was an odd duck. I hated reading as a kid. I even tried to convince my mother that I didn’t need to know how to read. Ha. For several years I was determined that reading was boring. Then my mother made me read Little House. …And I actually liked it. I spent several days trying to hide under furniture so she wouldn’t see me CHOOSING to read a book. Needless to say, my mother was thrilled. And I’ve never looked back.
Jo Linsdell www.JoLinsdell.com
I’ve loved reading for as long as I can remember. There were always books in our house as I was growing up so reading was just natural. We’d often go to the library too. I’d get excited just window shopping the book displays when we were out in town. I was a huge Garfield fan and started collecting the series of paperbacks they did when I was about 8 years old. I had loads of them. Part of my pocket money would go to adding a new one to my collection on a regular basis. It wasn’t long before I got into Judy Blume books, and series like the Baby-Sitter’s club, Sweet Valley High, and Goosebumps. I’ve never looked back.
Belinda Bekkers www.belindabekkers.com
In my early teens, I was a vivid reader. I would read everything I could possibly get my hands on. In my late teens, I fell off the bandwagon and fell out of love with reading. I fell back in love with reading in my late-20s.
V.L. Jennings www.virginialorijennings.com
I loved to read as soon as I was taught how (or at least that is how I remember it, my parents may have a different story). I remember carrying around the box of “early readers” – Jet Bed- Scat Cat- Jim Wins- (I actually still have a few of them!) I wanted more. I wanted to know what happened to these characters after the book was over. By the time I could gobble up chapter books the rest was history. I consumed as many books as the library would allow me to check out! I wish I had that much time to read now.
Skye Hegyes www.skyehegyes.com
My love for reading has grown since I was a child. My parents would read to my sisters and I until we learned to read on our own. I don’t remember what that exact age was, but it was young. I also remember that my favorite storybook was and still is: A Rose, a Bridge, and a Wild Black Horse by Charlotte Zolotow.
Jebraun Clifford www.jebraunclifford.com
I distinctly remember reading Maurice Sendak’s ‘Little Bear’ series as a child and at first, only being able to read the first story. But I was entranced by Little Bear’s adventures, and the pictures spurred me on to attempt new and unfamiliar words until I read the whole book. The memory of how much I enjoyed figuring out the different words to create a vivid story has stayed with me for the better part of four decades.