Books

Books are wonderful.
When I was 11, I had my tonsels out and while recovering in bed, my sister gave me a book to read so I could pass the time. Well, I was a very poor reader, having never read a book before because I thought I couldn't. My darling sister spent a lot of time telling me what words were and teaching me how to sound out words. Before the summer was over I had read Five Little Peppers and How They Grew 3 times. I was delighted when I was able to go to school in September and visit the library. There I found the rest of the books by Margaret Sidney. I was enormously happy, until I found I had read them all. What was I to do? I asked the librarian for more books like those and she introduced me to the biography of Florence Nightingale. Before the year was out, I had read about Robert E. Lee, made my way through Little Women, An Old fashioned Girl, Jo's Boys, and all the rest of the Louisa May Alcott books in the library.

I do not remember the names of all the books I read but I know I lost my heart that year.

Did I say I love books?