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I did actually post last night but it was after midnight so it was backdated. Read it here: http://alexcat.livejournal.com/866062.html
Book-
Can you imagine life without books? I wonder about people when I go into a house without books and magazines. What do they do? My parents were not readers. I don’t think my mother ever read but one book: Treasure Island, except for the children’s books that she bought for me.
I was the opposite. I read everything. I remember reading Wuthering Heights when I was in third grade. I went through the school library and then started reading books from the county library.
I read uncensored and free too. My mother never checked to see what I was reading so I read a few naughty books at a terribly young age though I never felt very scarred by them. I remember finding a bag of very plotless books in a little house on our property that we used for storage. I suspect they belonged to my ex- uncle and I remember some very kinky stuff about the Borgias. I found a stash of Ian Fleming in the bathroom cabinet. They must have been my father’s.
I found the Bronte’s, Mary Renualt, Thomas Hardy, and much more at the library. I traveled back in time and out into the universe and to Middle Earth. I met elves and men of the future, aliens and evil geniuses of the past, talking animals, worlds of sand and water, and more than I can detail here.
When the world was an ugly place as it often was for me as a kid, books were my friends. They gave without judging and I loved them more than I did many of the people I knew.
I love my Kindle. It’s fun and easy and oh so portable but there is nothing in the world like a book!
Book-
Can you imagine life without books? I wonder about people when I go into a house without books and magazines. What do they do? My parents were not readers. I don’t think my mother ever read but one book: Treasure Island, except for the children’s books that she bought for me.
I was the opposite. I read everything. I remember reading Wuthering Heights when I was in third grade. I went through the school library and then started reading books from the county library.
I read uncensored and free too. My mother never checked to see what I was reading so I read a few naughty books at a terribly young age though I never felt very scarred by them. I remember finding a bag of very plotless books in a little house on our property that we used for storage. I suspect they belonged to my ex- uncle and I remember some very kinky stuff about the Borgias. I found a stash of Ian Fleming in the bathroom cabinet. They must have been my father’s.
I found the Bronte’s, Mary Renualt, Thomas Hardy, and much more at the library. I traveled back in time and out into the universe and to Middle Earth. I met elves and men of the future, aliens and evil geniuses of the past, talking animals, worlds of sand and water, and more than I can detail here.
When the world was an ugly place as it often was for me as a kid, books were my friends. They gave without judging and I loved them more than I did many of the people I knew.
I love my Kindle. It’s fun and easy and oh so portable but there is nothing in the world like a book!