The Book that Made Me a Reader

Literary Musing MondaysGrowing up I loved to check the mail. I’d run to the mailbox each day in anticipation of finding an envelope or package with my name on it. My momma had subscribed me to several reading clubs and books were arriving continually. I’d safely say I had more books than toys. Yet, no matter how many books arrived, one thing was still missing. My desire to read.

Early in my reading journey I began comparing my ability to the ability of the other kids in my class. I saw myself as “less than,” and as a result, I closed up. I dreaded being called on to read aloud in class and writing answers to comprehension questions made me want to cry! Sadly, I didn’t enjoy reading.

Then I started high school and was given an energetic ninth grade English teacher. Never before had a teacher made me enjoy English quite like she did. Every lesson she taught captured my attention. I looked forward to everything she taught, until the day she announced we were responsible for a book report. My heart sank!

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A special thank you to Mary Hill for inviting me to join the team at Literary Musing Mondays for this week’s link up. Sweetest blessings to you, Mary!

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