My love of books began as soon as I could read and after I began reading my love for books only continued to grow. I don’t have a lot of childhood memories, that I can remember, but I vividly remember the library bookmobile that would come to our neighborhood. I was five years old and in Kindergarten and a visit from the bookmobile was the highlight of the week. To me the bookmobile was a magical place where I was able to choose as many books as I wanted and could read between visits.
Some of my favorite books through the years of growing up were:
- Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret. –Judy Blume
- Many other books by Judy Blume
- Beezus and Ramona –Beverly Cleary
- Dreams Of Victory –Ellen Conford
- The Sisters Impossible –J.D. Landis
- Sweet Valley High mysteries -Francine Pascal
- Light A Single Candle –Beverly Butler
I think I was eight years old when I decided I wanted to be a writer. I strayed from that for a short time trying to go for what appeared to many others as a “stable or practical” career, but realized the path for me was writing.
-There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book. –Marcel Proust
Books have always been a way to help me through life, when I am worried, upset, or stressed, a walk through a library or bookstore calms me down. Through reading the imagination grows and you believe anything is possible.
-A book is a device to Ignite the Imagination. –Alan Bennett
It was important to me to begin reading to my boys when I had kids. I remember holding both of my kids and reading to them by the time they were six months old. They had no clue what I was talking about but by doing this I introduced the love of books to my boys and started a new generation of reader’s(Reeder’s). I didn’t want them to miss out on the importance and magic, reading can bring to people. How else can you be whisked away to New York in the 1920’s and drink with Jay Gatsby, or travel a train in Russia and cry with Anna Karenina, solve a murder with Philip Marlowe a private detective in 1950’s Los Angeles, or laugh at the bumbling of an amateur bounty hunter like Stephanie Plum in New Jersey, and all from the comfort of your favorite reading spot.
-Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book. –Author Unknown
Karen Reeder 