Monday Musings | How To Build a Reader

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One of my favourite things to ask fellow book lovers is how they became a reader. Did their parents read to them every night? Did they pick up reading to shut out a louder, older sibling? Was it something they had to learn to love? As someone who would want my kids to be readers (if I have kids, that is), I’m always interested to hear how readers are “created,” and whether the love of reading is an inherent thing or something that we learn to do. Of course, I understand that we could be a little bit of both, so hearing anecdotes is usually the most interesting and educational.

I have vague memories of being read to as a child, but I think the reason why I really got into reading was because I was a really extroverted kid who wanted to have someone to play with ALL the time. My sister wasn’t born until I was 6, so I had to take matters into my own hands and find friends in books. I remember loving the Berenstain Bears, Amelia Bedelia, Little House on the Prairie, and later, Gordon Korman’s wonderful books. These stories and characters grew up with me and we spent countless hours together in a little dream world.

When I started going to school, I loved when my teachers would read to us. I remember begging my mom to buy me the first Harry Potter book because I couldn’t stand having to “read” the book at my teacher’s pace as she was reading it to us chapter by chapter. That was probably one of the first series I was ever obsessed with (and still am).

I guess you could say “the rest is history”: I’ve never stopped reading. (Well, except this one time.) I really can’t imagine not being a reader. It may seem hyperbolic to say this, but reading has truly made my life so much better. It’s a passion that I’m glad I found at a young age and I would love to be able to encourage other people to read more in whatever way I can. (Sometimes that means being that person who only buys kids books for holidays…)

Anyway, enough about my story! What is yours? Did you love reading as a child, or was it something you grew to love later on? Do you remember the book (or books) that convinced you that reading was cool? Call it curiosity or call it research for the future but I’d love to know!