“Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.” – Emilie Buchwald
I have never known a writer who was not also a reader. My sister and I have always loved books. Our first library was the book mobile, a truck packed with books that came through our neighborhood once a week. The most memorable library growing up in West Virginia was in the basement of the fire station. Our mother, writer and reader that she is, always made a great effort to put books into our hands.
Reading teaches us writing. The love of reading starts early in our lives modeled by those closest to us, usually our parents. Can you remember how you learned to love books?
Who read to you?
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be –
I had a Mother who read to me.
Strickland Gillilan (1869–1954)
From The Writing Sisters with Thanks to Mom