I have been reading books for as long as I can remember. In pre-school, I somehow got my hands on Jack & Jill and See Spot Run. You know, the board books with all the pictures and semi-large print? Yeah, those bad boys. I carried them everywhere I went. I would sit in corners trying to put all the words together. Even then, I was enchanted by the pages of a book. When I got to kindergarten, I recall being taught the alphabet and how to phonetically pronounce letters and words.

It was in kindergarten that I remember being introduced to the idea that “Reading is FUNdamental.” I can’t remember why I was so entranced by books. Maybe it was the fact that we didn’t have cable. Maybe it was being an only child and having to entertain myself. It could have been any of these things. I just always always wanted books. My Grandmother was always willing to buy me books from Scholastic Book orders. Do they still do those? Or am I dating myself?

By first grade, I could read fairly well on my own. I wrote my first pop-up book about a prince and a princess. By the time I got to middle school, I had written a dozen books. In seventh grade, I found poetry. English/Language Arts has always been my favorite subject in school. To be a good writer is to be a good reader first. Or at least that’s what my English teachers would say.

Books and writing have helped me keep me sane all these years. Books protected me from boredom. They have given me strength and encouraged me to develop an active imagination. Thomas Jefferson once said, “I cannot live without books.” This is true for me. Books are the security blanket I haven’t had to get rid of.

I can’t remember the last time I left my house without a book. I always have backup plans. If I don’t have a paperback or hardcover stuffed into my purse, my kindle is shoved somewhere in there, or I have several books loaded onto the kindle app on my phone.

When I first got my Kindle a few years ago, I stopped buying physical books because it was cheaper. However, I found that reading is a complete experience for me. That is, a physical one in addition to a mental one. I need to smell the paper, feel the weight of the book in my hands.I discovered that with each page turned, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Especially if the book is 500+ pages–I didn’t have that with my Kindle. So now, I don’t use my Kindle unless I am reviewing ARCs on Edelweiss or NetGalley. I work in a bookstore, so I spend a lot of time perusing through books on my breaks trying to find something new to read. The discount isn’t too bad, either. 🙂

I have accumulated so many books in the last few years. When I’m anxious or stressed out, I buy books. There are worse things to be addicted to, right? I have to tell myself (and my coworkers) that I cannot buy any more books until I am finished with at least 2 of the 150 I have sitting in my bookcase at home. The struggle is real, man. People are always telling me to borrow books from work or the library. But for some reason, that doesn’t satisfy me. I need to own the books I read–I just have to see them on my bookshelf and in my room. I covet them. And I am not ashamed.

In my defense, I am always trying to give books away or encourage others to read. I’m always buying books for other people in my life. I have converted several non-readers into fellow bibliophiles in the last year or so. I thoroughly enjoy talking to people about books. Something inside me just comes to life and I am instantly animated. I love being able to share my thoughts and hear the perspectives of others. You can learn a lot about someone just from knowing what their reading preferences are. Me? I love a good thriller, but any sort of fiction will do most of the time. I love the exhilaration of trying to figure out the plot that a good thriller should provide. Some of my recent favorites include Lisa Gardner’s Right Behind You and Mary Kubica’s Pretty Baby.

I have been told that people find a hard time relating to me because I am so direct and literal. But if you can talk to me about books, I promise I’m not as scary as my facial expressions suggest I am. 🙂  Feel free to check out my reading activity over on Goodreads by clicking here!

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