When I was a kid, I was an insatiable reader of everything I could get my hands on. I know lots of people who won’t read a book twice but as I found stories to love, I discovered that some became old trusted friends, ones I could visit time and time again.
I still have favorites, ones I can practically quote word for word. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle is one of them. My favorite teacher, Mrs. Boltz, read a chapter a day to us during my third grade year. I remember my immediate connection with Meg, since I too wore glasses and didn’t fit in; I gasped in horror when her little brother, Charles, became a automaton who didn’t love her ; I cheered wildly when they returned home safely. The hours of listening to a pair of great storytellers, both L’Engle and my teacher, as the words wove a spell around us all, is a memory I’ll always cherish. Together, they set me on a path of reading and writing, and loving both.
Books were – and still are – my escape from a routine and dull world I can live in a castle, ride a dragon, fight pirates, and swim with mermaids. I can achieve a full range of emotions – laughter and tears, outrage and joy, horror and happiness – simply by stepping into the magical world of stories. I can find new authors who can sweep me up into a fairy land of intrigue and mysterious creatures or teach me something I had never thought about.
How about you? What are your favorites that have made you laugh or cry? Do you, like me, have old friends with worn binding and loose pages? Or do you stop at one reading? Maybe I should ask it this way – HOW do you stop at one reading?