So Tell Me

What are you reading right now?

Me, I started Ten Little Indians, a gift from the wonderful angelic person that is Jenndiggity. And yes, I’m trying to pepper her up because she’s that awesome.

Anyway, a lot of people have several reasons why they become bibliophiles or bibliomanes and I’m probably no different. Although, my mother has her anecdote of her own for me, I do remember having a hard time reading when I was in middle school. Sure, I could read the books and it wasn’t because I couldn’t read, but the words just took so long to register in my brain that my reading skills were pretty much the same like they had been in elementary. That’s what started got me started, the fact that I had this breathy, hindered voice when reading. I would blush when I had to read for class, all those eyes upon me.

The story my mother tells is different, and possibly a lot better than mine. I started reading as a child out of pure jealousy. My brothers would read to me, my mother would read to me, my father….well, he just slept. But everyone around me was capable of reading and I wanted to do so as well. I was the sort of kid who longed to do whatever it was everyone else was doing because I wanted to prove I was capable of doing.

My mother taught me how to read and how to write and before school started, I didn’t go to Pre-K., I was already able to read and write - not to mention, able to add, subtract and multiply, but they have nothing to do with reading. I gave hell to the teacher who was typically angry with the fact that I was excelling without her guiding me. In fact, as the story goes, my mother got a phone call from her. The teacher said to remind me that I was the student and she was the teacher and not the other way around.  Apparently, and my memories sketchy, later on, the teacher, frustrated, decided to implement me within groups of students who weren’t grasping certain concepts.

What bugs me is, I don’t remember reading all that much.

So when it comes to reading now, I still have the problem with words registering in my mind that my voice still comes out breathy - however, it’s not as bad as it was all those years ago, in fact, it’s now more of a slip up.

So now I ask you my second question, when did you fall in love with books?