Today’s Booking Through Thursday meme is a particularly powerful one for me:
When growing up did your family share your love of books? If so, did one person get you into reading? And, do you have any family-oriented memories with books and reading? (Family trips to bookstore, reading the same book as a sibling or parent, etc.)
I absolutely gained my love of books from my family. I started reading very young (2 or 3?). I have a vague memory that at some point, mom got me to switch entirely from being read to, to reading on my own by stopping in the middle of a book and telling me that if I wanted to know what happened next, I’d have to read it to find out. Very effective! If I recall correctly, we were reading the Little House on the Prairie books at the time. I really don’t have much memory of picture books and the like; the first books I remember reading were the Black Stallion series and the Little House series.
Luckily for me my parents were genre fans, so I read their copies of Tolkein books (including the Silmarillion, which I read and finished in 8th grade) and various sci-fi novels. I remember extended family members being huge mystery fans, including a cousin, I think, with the entire Nancy Drew series. Thus it’s perhaps no wonder that I ended up becoming a published author, and eventually worked my way ’round to reviewing books. I owe my deep love of books in particular to my mother, who indulged my tendency to get so lost in a book that I wouldn’t hear a thing when she told me dinner was ready!
Edited to add: Goodness, I can’t believe I didn’t think to add this earlier. My grandmother lived in Ithaca, NY while she was alive, and helped out at a HUGE used book sale held annually by the library system there. We’re talking a multi-story building filled to the brim with books. So some years I’d make sure to visit her at just the right time, and she’d take me, and I’d spend hours just walking the stacks and looking for fun used books to buy. That’s one of my fondest memories of time spent with her!