If you read my post from earlier today, I mentioned that the geese and ducks were gathering. I’m not ready for winter, but I’m sure ready to leave the gardening, painting, and building behind. So for a few days, I’m dreaming of vacation and taking part in the WG2E Street Team’s Beach Book Blast. To find out more about the event, go to the Beach Book Blast website at http://beachbookblast.blogspot.ca/. Prizes include a Kindle Fire, ebooks, and more!
In honor of the Beach Book Blast, I’m reposting the very first blog post I ever wrote … For The Love Of Reading.
I inherited my nose from my dad. I also inherited his calves, his easy going personality and his love of reading. He died in 2009 but my all time favourite picture of him shows him sitting on the beach in a lawn chair, a book in his hands with the sun shining down on his head.
The first book I remember holding was a beautiful hardcover copy of Cinderella, filled with strange words I couldn’t read and beautiful pictures I adored. Once I learned to read, I worked my way through Dick and Jane, on to Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, and in between, the back of every cereal box my mom ever bought.
When I ran out of reading material, I would sneak into my dad’s book stash, which he wisely kept in the garage, and read his Harlequin romances. He also had some racier novels there, stories with – gasp! – sex, and if my mom knew I was reading those books – heck, if she knew my dad was reading those books – she would have banned them from our reading material.
These days I’m allowed to read whatever I want and I want to read a lot. In fact, I want to read more than I have time for and I’d rather buy books than food or clothes.
Shortly before my dad died, he gave me the book Volcano by Richard Doyle. When he told me I had to read this book, there was a tone in his voice that I recognized so well. It was awe and wonder for a can’t-put-it-down story, emotions I too experience whenever I fall in love with a story or an author’s voice. Although I have yet to read the book – I’ve become more of a love-to-laugh-out-loud reader – Volcano will forever remain on my keeper shelf because it was the last time my dad shared his love of reading with me.
This is how I will always remember my dad, on a lawn chair on the beach with a book in his hands and another waiting to be read. This is, hopefully, how my children will remember me, too.
So who did you inherit your reading gene from? Who are some of your favourite authors and books? And if you had to choose, would you rather spend your hard earned money on books or food and clothes?
On Aug 16, from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM EST, join our Facebook party.
And make sure to check out the Summer Launch Event page where all the books highlight during this event are listed.
See you there!