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By the Time I Die…
What do books have to do with being a home sweet homemaker? Technically, nothing. But as a mom who reads Eric Carle and Sandra Boynton books to her girls with voice inflections, facial expressions and great enthusiasm, I need “grown-up” books to give my brain some much-needed mental stimulation on an adult level.
Sadly, I have never been an avid reader and wouldn’t even refer to myself as one now (much different than my friend who was sent to bed a half hour to an hour early so she could read in bed). My freshman year of college, one of my first assignments was to write an essay on a book I had recently read. The obvious (and only) choice was One Fish, Two Fish by Dr. Suess. I think my professor knew I wasn’t trying to be a smart aleck. He just knew I didn’t read. Thankfully, he didn’t hold my selection against me. Years later when I was working in the real world, I told my brilliant yet quirky cubie that I wanted to be a well-read person by… the time I die. I guess I didn’t want to commit myself to a deadline so I just said “by the time I die”. I haven’t intentionally decided to pursue this goal of being well-read, but reading just kind of happened to me one summer. I can attribute my newfound hobby to:
- A Christmas present which led to hosting a Monday night book club
- Kids’ story time at the Library which led to the renewal of my library card
