Today I have a very important question for you: Who was it that gave you your love for reading?
For as long as I can remember there have always been books in the hands of the ones I have loved. Their love of reading passes from cowboys of the west to the forbidden loves of period romance.
If I really thought about this question and had to whittle it down to one person, it would have to be my mother you not only inspired my love, but continued to nurture it along the way.
I had a difficult time learning to read and her dedication to making it happen helped me start on the reading road I travel to this day. BUT even beyond that, I have fond memories of coming to her between my usual reads and asking if she would lend me one of her books. Sometimes I might get a murder mystery with Hercule Poirot at the helm or she might pull a romance novel off her shelf and flip through it making sure she only leant me a book with a G rating.
I hold onto these memories and am so grateful to have this passion for reading because it has been my lifeline in the hard times in my life.
I look forward to finding out who it was who started you on your road of literary love be it a family member, a teacher, word of mouth or just a great cover which grabbed your attention. May you have a great rest of your day and week!
Postscript: The first book I remember reading was about a dog named Mr. Mugs.