Wednesday, January 16, 2013
A Life in Books
2. I also remember a class trip at end of first grade to the town library. I remember being in awe of so many books in one place, and couldn’t wait to get my own library card so I could go there all the time.
3. Alas, I never set foot in there again as my family moved out of state at end of the school year. However, there was a library across the street from where we moved. We were not allowed to cross alone, but did visit almost every week.
5. We had reading buddies in elementary school. This was when kids in the older grades were paired up with those in a younger class to help them improve their reading skills. I was considered such a strong reader that in fifth grade I had not one, but two, reading buddies. Naturally I bought them each a book for Christmas that year.
6. My sisters and I spent a lot of time at the library or bookmobile during the summer months, sometimes even trading books with each other before returning them. We also learned that not all branch libraries received the same funding and that some had a better selection of materials than others.
8. I started keeping track of all the books I read the summer before entering ninth grade, and am only missing books from one year, 2004. Actually, 2001 does not seem to be complete, either. No idea why that it is.
9. It’s interesting to look back over the earlier years, to see what and how much I was reading. I only wish I had started keeping track sooner. I can remember a few of the books read in elementary or middle school, but certainly not all of them. Since high school, I’ve primarily read within the mystery and romance genres.
10. Though some seem to consider me a fast reader, I honestly don’t feel like I am. I know I do not read as much or as fast as I used to. There was a time I could read a 400-page book in one day. Now it often takes a few days to read that much. Some weeks I can read three or four 200-page books, but then the next book I pick up will take a week or more. It truly depends on the book, author’s writing style and, of course, life in general.
12. The most books read in a single year, according to my book journal, was 215 in 1995. The year before that I had read only 34, and read 184 in 1996, 173 in 1997, and 113 in 1996. I have no idea what made 1995 stand out above all others. Guess there were some really good books that year. Of course, it was also before I got a computer.
13. Last year I read 106 books; exceeding my goal of 100 for a third consecutive year. My goal for 2013 is again 100, since I've proved to myself I can do it. I doubt I will ever surpass 200 again--unless I suddenly become independently wealthy and can spend the bulk of each day reading. Yeah . . . not likely to happen.