I read everywhere and everything. I read down at the river, at the pool and in the tub (water seems to be a theme), lying in a bed or sitting in a chair, waiting at the doctor's office or in the carpool line at my daughter's school. I read mysteries, psycho thrillers, science fiction, travel books, historical novels, newspapers, magazines, newsletters, textbooks, fiction and non-fiction. If I had to choose which I like best I couldn't say, but I do know that I seem to read more psycho thrillers than anything else, probably because of availability. I have a neighbor who works at a bookstore and gives me publishers' books to read all the time. I also get books from my daughter and sister-in-law. I'm never without a book to read. While I'm teaching and busy it may take me 3 months to read one book, whereas I read "The Number Devil" last weekend in a day. I am currently reading "Letters to a Young Mathematician."
My husband built extra bookshelves in my office and since then I have five boxes now filled with books. I don't have a favorite book, but I have a list of most memorable books and certain authors that I remember. Sometimes a book is memorable because of events occurring at the time I read it. Sometimes it is interesting because of my interests at the time. Other times it's just entertaining like taking a vacation. Speckled throughout my lifetime are memorable books such as the Nancy Drew series, "The Outsiders," "The Omen," "The Reincarnation of Peter Proud," "Watership Down," Stephen King, "Clan of the Cave Bear, " Jane Goodall, Anne Rice, "Raising a Spirited Child," because it helped me through some extremely tough times, "The Gate," "The Kite Runner," Patterson, Reichs, Kellerman, etc.
It's strange, I don't remember what grade I was in but I do remember the first poem I read in school. It is called "Shooting Stars," by Aileen Fisher (I had to google the title to find the author). I've known this poem all these years (at least 37).
When stars get loosened
in their sockets,
they shoot off through
the night like rockets.
But though I stay
and watch their trip
and search where they
have seemed to slip,
I never yet have found a CHIP
to carry in my pockets.
I loved this poem at the time because of the images it conjured. I don't know why I still remember it though. I remember that my primer was a green book called Glad something. It was basically Jane sees Spot. Spot runs fast... I also remember that teachers would always call on me to read if we had to hurry and finish up before the bell. I was a fast reader, and proud of it, but I didn't understand a thing I read during those hurried reads. I'm sure most of the other students didn't either.
My husband built extra bookshelves in my office and since then I have five boxes now filled with books. I don't have a favorite book, but I have a list of most memorable books and certain authors that I remember. Sometimes a book is memorable because of events occurring at the time I read it. Sometimes it is interesting because of my interests at the time. Other times it's just entertaining like taking a vacation. Speckled throughout my lifetime are memorable books such as the Nancy Drew series, "The Outsiders," "The Omen," "The Reincarnation of Peter Proud," "Watership Down," Stephen King, "Clan of the Cave Bear, " Jane Goodall, Anne Rice, "Raising a Spirited Child," because it helped me through some extremely tough times, "The Gate," "The Kite Runner," Patterson, Reichs, Kellerman, etc.
It's strange, I don't remember what grade I was in but I do remember the first poem I read in school. It is called "Shooting Stars," by Aileen Fisher (I had to google the title to find the author). I've known this poem all these years (at least 37).
When stars get loosened
in their sockets,
they shoot off through
the night like rockets.
But though I stay
and watch their trip
and search where they
have seemed to slip,
I never yet have found a CHIP
to carry in my pockets.
I loved this poem at the time because of the images it conjured. I don't know why I still remember it though. I remember that my primer was a green book called Glad something. It was basically Jane sees Spot. Spot runs fast... I also remember that teachers would always call on me to read if we had to hurry and finish up before the bell. I was a fast reader, and proud of it, but I didn't understand a thing I read during those hurried reads. I'm sure most of the other students didn't either.
