Prompted by a friend’s recent FB challenge that I secretly hoped would never end, whereby you post over 7 days a picture of a different cover of a favourite book, I discussed with same friend how difficult it was to select just seven books, how books reflect various aspects of my life and personality, and how to continue this theme, I decided the best option would be to just continue posting photos, either with it without commentary, and maybe invite friends to add their contributions.
The first book I remember entering my life was not one that I remember reading for myself but one that was read to me and my sisters by my father. I still consider it an act of betrayal when parents stop reading out loud to their children. But my lovely Dad did the next best thing. He took us into town into the public library .
This was a magical kingdom – I knew it was magical not just because it was a place filled with shelf upon shelf of books, but you had to enter it through the magical portal of the revolving doors. No other place in my experience had such a wonderful entrance. And there to my utter disbelief and bewilderment, we were allowed to pick a book, any book, from off the shelves, and take it home with me to read. This was the start of a life long love affair with books and with libraries.
What are you reading to your children?