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QOTD: Misty Bookish Memories: When Did You Fall for Books?

I remember walking through Powell’s City of Books in Portland as a small child with my grandma. I remember being overwhelmed by the books around me, the way they smelled and felt, the way I got dizzy looking up at the tallest shelves.

I don’t know why I’ve always been fascinated by books, and not just the ideas they contained but the physical objects themselves. My first library card was a revelation to me. “I can take home any book I want?” I was an easily amazed child.

The feeling of pride I felt when I finished reading the first book I considered a ‘real’ book, meaning one with chapters that was over 100 pages, is something that is still with me. I wanted to tell everyone. It was Redwall, I think, and people must have been very irritated with the child who wouldn’t stop talking about mice who lived in castles.

For writers, it all starts with reading. The immense feeling of possibility I got when the nice old lady at the Washington County Library handed me my own library card is the same feeling I got the first time a teacher encouraged me to write about a topic of my own choosing. “I can write about whatever I want?”

What is your earliest memory of the written word? Do you and literature have a cute story about how you first met? Or did you grow up together and fall in love naturally, like Greg and Marsha Brady?

We want to know.

About Doran Simmons

I'm a writer and a camper and a keeper of fish. I was trained as a flight instructor and work day jobs and write nonsense for public consumption (hopefully).

2 comments on “QOTD: Misty Bookish Memories: When Did You Fall for Books?

  1. Mary Fletcher
    May 16, 2013

    I remember reading as a toddler. Working in the library in grade school was always a given for me. I had no favorites – I loved all books. But the first time I recall the big thrill of connecting with a book was when my mother got ‘Salem’s Lot’ by Stephen King as a selection from her book club. It was off limits to me. She said it was too scary. So for three nights I would sneak into her room on tiptoe, reach up and remove the book from the top of her bookcase and take Stephen to bed with me. Those nights, reading by flashlight under the covers, ah, the memory can still give me goosebumps. I had always thought that I wanted to be a writer and that time I spent in bed with Stephen sealed the deal. While life hasn’t turned out quite as I had imagined with my writing I have been able to pick it back up recently. What is just as important is the fact that I was able to pass on my love of reading to my sons, and they in turn to my grandchildren.

  2. kiwiskan
    May 16, 2013

    My first day at school I just fell in love with words. I avidly read everything I could get my hands on, and used to drive my mother mad reading street signs, traffic signs, anything that had words on it. The school journals we had back then were just black and white publications but for me they were manna

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