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May 01, 2005

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I never thought of it that way. I really like to read and I do try and find the time to start one. Once I get started I can read the book without any problems.

And to think that the three kids (yours truly and two brothers) in our family were ALWAYS in trouble with Mom for having our noses buried in books. She, like you, had no desire to read--always "bragging" that she'd never read a book once she got out of high school. She exaggerated, but she thought that Dad and we kids were just plain weird.

What Mom didn't know was that, virtually every night, I was reading until at least Midnight--even in 6th & 7th grades. Reading has never been a problem with me--only getting anything else done when there is a good book around is a problem for me. Of course, MY good books are YOUR trash. The Reading Meme has been sent to you! We'll wait to see it posted!

When I was young, I used to get a trouble for reading at night (with a flashlight) when I was supposed to be sleeping. Now I get in trouble because WD says my reading lamp is too bright for his eyes when HE is trying to sleep.

I too have trouble putting down a good book. All manner of things can go on in our house without me knowing when I am reading. Yesterday I started a new book and was disappointed that I couldn't get the whole darn thing read. Perhaps if I hadn't gone to that absolutely riveting movie yesterday, I would have been able to read it all!

Dudette--I am shocked, Shocked, SHOCKED that your mother would be so cruel. (I was probably remembering all of the medical testing that was done on me at age 12 to see why my heart was doing funny things. At the end of it all--and, of course, there was no such thing as medical insurance for us in those days--Doc told Mom & Dad that I needed to be getting more rest. Of course, Mom & Dad didn't have a clue as to why I should need more rest. Obviously, having lost two kids they were quite concerned. Bad on me for taking 50 years to confess.) Your mother, being a reader herself, was just bad news for you. You got busted!

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