I feel blessed that Mom read to us, as far back as I can remember. I still recall with joy that summer after 3rd grade, when reading became an immersive pleasure, and I would be lost for hours in my current book.
One of my older sisters would read the Trixie Belden books to my little sister and myself. She would read until she go to a good exciting spot and then stop and say "If you want to know what happens next, you'll have to read it yourself."
It didn't work on my sister, but it sure worked on me! That got me started on my worst addiction ever.
I feel blessed that Mom read to us, as far back as I can remember. I still recall with joy that summer after 3rd grade, when reading became an immersive pleasure, and I would be lost for hours in my current book.
One of my older sisters would read the Trixie Belden books to my little sister and myself. She would read until she go to a good exciting spot and then stop and say "If you want to know what happens next, you'll have to read it yourself."
It didn't work on my sister, but it sure worked on me! That got me started on my worst addiction ever.