My parents read to me and my four brothers when we were young. To this day, I still love “The Monster at the End of this Book”. We loved going to Coles bookstore when we went to the city and always came home with brand new books. As a young teen, my dad had an ongoing list of which Babysitters’ Club books my friend and I were waiting to read. If he was away on business, he would stop to get us the newest books. Now, as an adult who works with kids and books, I truly appreciate all that they did to foster that love in me, and I can only hope that I am helping to do the same for others.
Qui vous a insufflé l’amour de la lecture, et comment?