As a young girl, I always saw my mother with a book. I don't ever remember a time when my mother didn't have a book on the go, or even several at one time. She kept a fairly substantial home library because when she finished a book, she always kept it. She would share her books, but rarely got rid of any, unless she really didn't enjoy them. This was wonderful for me because I was lucky enough to have an in house library at my finger tips. As a child, I was especially drawn to my mother's childhood books that she kept. I remember being young enough to want to flip through the pages of these old books, even though I couldn't read the words. When I was finally able to read those Trixie Beldon books, I was hooked! To this day, my mother and I still share books, and I have her to thank for my love of reading.
Qui vous a insufflé l’amour de la lecture, et comment?