When I was a kid, I lived in the backwoods of a county known for its moonshining and winemaking. Majority of the kids owned four wheelers and living in a double wide was the highest on the housing list in our area. It was ok though. If that is all you know, then how are you gonna judge?
I was a tomboy. My mother had to cut my hair short, because after I came from from a long day of helping PaPa in the garden, making my own wood creations of left over timber, swimming in a pond, and trampling through the woods pretending I was a warrior princess, my hair was notty as hell. I did not like mom holding me down and putting that brush through my head. Every stroke, I swear my neck would snap back.
On Saturdays, was the day mom took us to town. Our first stop was the library. I could spend two hours in there. I brought my tote with me and by the end mom was chasing me down to find me. I’m scared she will make me put half the books back , I had gathered. My little sack was filled to the brim to the tune of about 20 books. Mom never fussed to much and I had a bag filled with treasures.
We did not go on many vacations except to the beach. Every where we went in a vehicle, I had a book in my hand. I can recall on several occasions my mother would be reading a book too. I loved my books. They took me to worlds, I have never visited. I envisioned in my mind the rolling hills of Anne in Avon lea and how Margaret felt in that Judy Blume book. I also wondered why in the hell did Nancy Drew didnt hook up with the hardy boys?
Books were my only escape besides the woods.
Today, I still read. Everyone is like, How do you find time? I make time!
I have decided to start reviewing books on my blog. I hope my readers enjoy it!
Stay Tuned and find about my vast and crazy interests!
Also thanks to all the authors, the book tours and ultimately to my mother.
Because of you, I have this passion.
