![]() Growing up we didn’t have a lot of money, and rarely ate meals in restaurants. I thought about that girl a long time afterward. I stayed for about 45 minutes longer, and the girl read the entire time. When the waitress came to take their order the girl briefly looked up, gave her order, and began reading again. While the parents and son quietly scanned the menu, the daughter (about 10 years old) pulled a book out of her pack and began reading. I immediately cringed, afraid that my peace would be spoiled by fighting children. First, I was sitting in a favorite restaurant enjoying a leisurely brunch, mimosa in one hand and Kindle next to my plate, when a family was seated at the table next to me. Two recent events have me thinking a lot about the books I read – and loved – as a child. ![]() ![]() I don’t remember all of the books but do recall two – Nurse Nancy and The Gingerbread Man – because they were two of the first books I read by myself. ![]() My earliest memory involves sitting on a baby blanket in the sun with my mother, surrounded by books. But my love of books goes back even further. Have you always been an avid reader or is it a newly acquired habit? I’ve been an avid reader since I first encountered Dick and Jane in first grade. ![]()
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