No, not starving in the usual way.
Absolutely starving for books.
Once upon a time, I was a total bookworm.
It was super awesome.
I started reading at three, after enthusiastically embracing my mother's attempts to teach me.
I spelled my name out on the sidewalk in chalk.
I read the signs at the zoo.
In first grade, when all of my friends were reading See Spot Run, I was starting chapter books.
My third grade teacher told my parents that I was on a seventh grade reading level, and a few years later they were told I was on a college level.
I read hundreds of books every year
One summer I read like fifty and entered each book's name into a raffle that my local library held. I won a 20GB 4th Generation iPod! Super dope.
Yeah boyyyy. :)
The point here is not to brag.
I'm not trying to say that I am better than other people.
All that I am trying to get across is that -
I.
LOVE.
READING.
Seriously.
I would be so okay if this is what heaven looked like.
During the summer I would go to the library and come home with a huge stack, only to go back for another stack the next week.
When all my friends were outside swimming or in watching Nickelodeon, I was, most often, sprawled out on my bed, reading Harry's latest adventure, or the Baudelaire's most recent mishap.
Some of my favorites growing up!
K through 12 I would put off homework to finish my latest find, though I got more responsible at the end, when it came down to read-this-book vs. graduate.
That marks when my priorities started to realign, and reading was put on the back burner.
I am ashamed and sad to admit that I have only read two or three books that were not for school during this school year. It is rather horrible, and I am starting to really feel it.
I need literary goodness in my life!
I need it now!
So.
I am vowing right now to start anew, and read, dare I say it, at least four books a month.
That's one a week, which I can totally do. Just have to make sure that I get all of my homework done before I start reading and it shouldn't be a big deal.
Also, I plan on reviewing them and starting a list of books I read from this point on. Because that's cool! I wish I had a list of all the ones I read growing up... So many. At least a thousand, I'd guess.
The first ones on the list are I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak and The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Both great. I'll be rereading them... I should probably find new stuff, but I'm just grabbing stuff from my house and I've read most of the books that we actually own.
When I do have frequent library access (over the summer!), though, I will need ideas.
I must make a list of must-reads!
Any recommendations, lovely people?
