Bedtime Stories?

6 thoughts on “Bedtime Stories?

  1. How lucky for you to have been surrounded by the world of literature so young. I am afraid literature was never written with a large “L” in our family and I was left to my own thing, so I grew up in a world of Andy Pandy and the Famous Five, and other Enid Blyton books, although I saved my reading progress by regular visits to the library later on.

    • I think I was lucky, too. I’m grateful to my parents for their love of language. I think I keep writing novels partly because my dad told me to.

  2. I don’t recall my parents ever reading to me; books were not prominent in my house when I was growing up. But I found a love of reading on my own and, happily, passed that on to my kids. Reading at 12th grade level in 3rd grade? Wow, Martha.

  3. I don’t think I hit Grade 12 until 10, but I get what you’re saying. I was read to, and I could read by 4 (not well but The Cat in the Hat was within my range). I found Dickens and Austen by 13, and I recall my Mom reading poetry to us, though it never stuck. If parents pur books in their shildren’s hands, it is the hop for the future.

  4. I’m pretty sure “Little Women” influenced many of us in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. Louisa May Alcott was also a major force in the women’s movement of her day, even though modern feminists reject her … because she wrote books for girls? Seems flimsy to me. Jo March was a great character to emulate. Even though Alcott backed off and had her marry in the book, whereas in life, she remained single.

    I also read very well very early, but I was terribly stuck on animals, so I spent many years reading books about horses and dogs, until around 12, I broke out and started reading Freud. It was a relatively large intellectual leap on the surface, but while i read about animals, i was thinking about other things.

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