RTW -- Favorite Reading Memory
Road Trip Wednesday is a "Blog Carnival," where YA Highway's contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody's unique take on the topic.
The first time I read Harry Potter. I was still living in the apartment with my mom at the time and it was probably third or fourth grade. My cousin -- who was a bit of reader himself at the time but unfortunately lost that when he came to high school -- wanted us to read this book. My mom promised to read it first and then, if she deemed it "appropriate" (I'm not really sure what possibly could happen in that book to make it inappropriate), then I would be allowed to read it.
So, I waited. She read it. She thought it was okay, but she didn't become the Harry Potter addict that I was to be. She told me I could read it.
That day it was sitting on the coffee table under the lamp looking a little worn from its various readers but beautiful and mysterious. The pages were folded up a little bit at the corners as paperback books are wont to do after several readings. I picked it up, curled up on the couch, and here I am today. The Harry Potter addicted nine years later counting down the days until she goes to the midnight showing of Deathly Hallows and getting ready to reread Chamber of Secrets to rediscover the magic she felt all those years ago.
This Week's Topic:
What's your favorite reading memory?
What's your favorite reading memory?
The first time I read Harry Potter. I was still living in the apartment with my mom at the time and it was probably third or fourth grade. My cousin -- who was a bit of reader himself at the time but unfortunately lost that when he came to high school -- wanted us to read this book. My mom promised to read it first and then, if she deemed it "appropriate" (I'm not really sure what possibly could happen in that book to make it inappropriate), then I would be allowed to read it.
So, I waited. She read it. She thought it was okay, but she didn't become the Harry Potter addict that I was to be. She told me I could read it.
That day it was sitting on the coffee table under the lamp looking a little worn from its various readers but beautiful and mysterious. The pages were folded up a little bit at the corners as paperback books are wont to do after several readings. I picked it up, curled up on the couch, and here I am today. The Harry Potter addicted nine years later counting down the days until she goes to the midnight showing of Deathly Hallows and getting ready to reread Chamber of Secrets to rediscover the magic she felt all those years ago.
Comments
I will count down those days with you.
Sincerely,
A Fellow HP Addict Since Childhood
:)