Hola, readers! I’m participating in this week’s Book Blogger Hop (hosted by Jennifer at Crazy for Books) for a couple reasons:
- I haven’t done one in a while and I liked this week’s question.
- I’m about 300 pages into a 1200 page book… so it’s probably going to be a couple more days before I get to post a review. Sorry about that. But after this book I’ll be in the mood for some quicker reads!
Anyhoo, this week’s topic is a good one. Here’s the question:
“When did you realize reading was your passion and a truly important part of your life?”
And here’s my answer:I don’t know if I’ve ever actually had that realization – reading has been a big part of my life for as long as I can remember. My parents weren’t bookish. Neither of them read for pleasure. Ever. But I did learn to read pretty quickly in school and it just took off from there. I also had not the best childhood (boo-hoo), and I remember being able to completely sink into books as a kid and everything else around me just vanished. I wouldn’t even hear when someone called my name, I was in a completely other world. And people never really made fun of me for being such a reader as I grew up – I didn’t really hang out with people like that in school. So it never seemed anything other than normal to me.