Tonight, a little boy told me that he read all summer, instead of playing games. Now, he says, he is a very good reader. I believe him.
When I was ten years old, I became vividly interested in reading. Even though I always loved books, this was the time when my love of reading really started to blossom. I read, of course, from my mother's collection of novels and magazines. My selection included authors like Stephen King, George Orwell, Farley Mowat and the Omni magazines. From the school's library, I brought home books almost every week--books like R.L Stine's Goosebumps and Fear Street.
I once spent a whole summer reading Stephen King. I finished "It," "Christine," "The Tommyknockers" and "Four Past Midnight" before I turned eleven. Once I started reading, I could not bare to stop the story until I finished it. My mouth sometimes tumbled over difficult words; my mind, equally frazzled, sometimes tumbled over the images that King's words procured in my mind. But my mind had to have it.
At that young age, it seems, I discovered the seductive power of language, of stories and of imagination. I hope, that I can also bring to life the imagination of a child with stories, with words, with language. Maybe not with horror stories, though?
My kids read all summer and played video games! You read King at 11? I'd look at book and VHS covers at that age and have nightmares for weeks.
ReplyDeleteI read King at eleven...actually I snuck his books off my mom's shelf and then read them :)I figure she knew what I was up to, though!
ReplyDelete