No, really. I LOVE books. I love everything about them. I love the way they feel in my hands. I love the soft hum of the lights in the library. I love the smell of new paper at the bookstore. I love to find an undiscovered gem in the bargain section. I love to read my favorites over and over again.
I have loved to read my entire life. When I was two, at bedtime my mom would tell me to go pick out only THREE books to read. I would come out of my room, pushing my doll stroller, stuffed full with every book I owned.
Once I was reading for myself, I read all the time. I read while I ate, while I watched TV, while I took a bath. I distinctly remember reading as I walked home from elementary school on Fridays (library day). My dad loves to remind me that I used to jump on my bike and go for a ride with a book propped open on the handlebars.
I am so happy that Sam shares my obsession with books. He loves them! We read for entire afternoons. Balls, trucks, and blocks are great, but he would rather read than do anything else. I laughed when I saw that Sam has already started reading while on wheels - just like his mom!
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