Today at lunch I chose The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop, by Lewis Buzbee, as my lunchtime companion. I haven't finished yet, but already two things have struck a chord with me. Buzbee talks about linking his fascination with new books (opening the cartons) back to his school days and watching his teacher open Scholastic Weekly Reader book boxes and distributing them to the class. After reading those comments I vividly remembered doing the same and getting my own personal paperback copy of The Witch of Blackbird Pond, one of my first "adult books." I did not know it was a Newbery title until I was in grad school or even that it had been written before I was born, I just loved the story.
"The books of our childhood offer a vivid door to our own pasts, and not necessarily for the stories we read there, but for the memories of where we were and who we were when reading them; to remember a book is to remember the child who read that book." - The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop, p. 36-37
I can not say I honestly remember the first book I read. I do remember going hand in hand with my older sister to our public library on a regular basis (it was a treat to go without supervision) and be allowed to check out books to bring home. We also had books of our own to read over and over and over again. Either way, I don't remember a time when I did not read or have stories read to me.
It is time to go home. Dreamweaver just now finished, fifteen minutes later, and has removed 7,557 font tags! How is that possible? Even with 2,000 links, that would mean a font tag for every line. What a mess. I will finish this post this evening.