I grew up a reader. It’s not that my parents pushed me into it. I was raised way before the concept of reading to your child to make your child a reader came into vogue. No, what worked in my family was the idea that books were part of the very special privileges enjoyed by adults and that the only way I’d be able to enjoy those privileges was to grow up and learn how to read.
This was perhaps even more special in my home because my parents were the first literate generation on either side of my family.Continue reading →