I love to read. I have loved to read since I was small. Some of my favorite memories growing up revolve around a good book.
The first book I remember loving was Charlotte’s Web. I absolutely adored how E.B.White made the animals come alive. Of course the reader forgot they were animals, as we related to these characters as human beings. Templeton, the farm animals, Wilbur, and our precious Charlotte surrounded me on our brown leather chair as I was jetted to the farm. This is the first time a novel brought me to tears; I knew Charlotte had to die, but I couldn’t bear watching her say good-bye. Some book.
In grade school, I loved reading the biography series in my library. Here I learned about Harriet Beacher Stowe, Florence Nightingale, and tons of other women and men that changed our world through some sort of achievement. It didn’t take me long to work my way through all the selections. The librarian was ready with her stamp when she saw me walk in the door.
Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island... She captured my heart and my mind as I raced through the Anne series. I couldn’t…and didn’t…put it down. I was visiting my PoPo the summer I read them. When I refused to put the book away as we sped through the lake waters, he threatened to throw it over the side. Only then did I put it away and “enjoy” the beauty around me. All I was really thinking about was getting back to the book.
And now I have the luxury to read again. I purchased The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair That Changed America a couple years ago. It sat untouched in my reading basket. As I was packing for a weekend get-away last Thursday, I tossed it in, just in case I had time to read. The riveting prose has kept me awake late into the night. Ignoring the desire to get caught up on my sleep this week, I plow through the fascinating details of Chicago’s World Fair. As the Chicago Sun-Times notes, “Larson is a historian…with a novelist’s soul.” The compelling blend of factual details within a narrative structure fascinates me. Even though I know that the fair’s success changed history, I am intrigued by how everything fell into place, despite numerous conflicts and unimaginable setbacks. Throw in a little murder and mayhem, and the book is complete. It’s one of those books that I simultaneously want to finish and keep on reading.
And enough of this writing! I need to get back to my book!