It is sensational to share your love or reading with others. I learned to read when I was three years old. I remember my mother and father bringing me a box of Dr. Seuss books that arrived by mail in a big cardboard box. These books are the first gift I remember receiving as a child. From that day to this, I have loved to read. The written word has always thrilled me. I like to look at words, I like to write words, both on keyboards as well as with pen and paper. I chose to work as an attorney because it involved words – writing them, reading them and saying them. When the birth of my twins enable me to step away from my law career, I chose consulting, writing and blogging as a way to earn money because of the attachment those fields had with words.
When I was a young girl there were public service announcements that told me “reading is fundamental.” When my oldest daughter was a young girl she watched a television show on PBS that told her to “take a look in a book.” Early in our relationship my husband told me that intelligent people had libraries with at least 1,000 books. So, at the age of 19, I started with 10 books and built a library of more than 1,000 books. I derived a great deal of pleasure in knowing that I read each of those books. Many of them more than once. A few of the books like Toni Morrison’s “Song of Solomon” I read dozens of times. Other books like Robert Ludlum’s “The Bourne Identity” I read over and over and over. When I was in labor with my oldest daughter, I used the front cover of the “The Bourne Identity” to write down and track my contractions.