Reading is a gift.
As Book Blogger Awareness Week winds down, a guest post on My Friend Amy’s blog is making me think about children’s literature, and the wider issues of literacy, and making sure kids and grownups have access to books. Earlier this month, I was approached by a nonprofit devoted to the task of raising awareness of literacy and poverty in adults. So it’s on my mind.
My parents read to me throughout my childhood. And I didn’t even really notice learning to read. Just- the words and what my parents said started to match at some point. (I think the Random House collection of Children’s Poetry may have been the book that did it.) Reading was fun. Reading was easy. I remember hours in kindergarten, pulling books from the shelves, and being all but lost to the world. Some days, not even recess motivated me to leave my cozy book nook.
I still read happily, and fast. I love immersing myself in words, in a story, and I’m lucky enough to have a wealth of things to read- books to review, entire libraries to browse, and a city with a thriving literary community. Also, more book blogs than I ever dreamed were out there.
I can’t imagine not wanting to read, or even struggling to read. I can’t imagine beginning that learning process as a teen or an adult. I have a lot to learn about the specific issues surrounding adults’ reading struggles, and organizations that are there to help. It’s going to be interesting, that’s for sure.