Of the numerous books read to me as a child, the above is easily favored above the rest. I have a pair of my mother’s earrings that depict a scene, I have plans to get a reference to the story tattooed on my person, and I very much plan to read it to my children should I choose to reproduce.
The story of the mischievous raven is one of many beloved characters I grew to love. Borreguita, Anansi, Abeyoyo, Heckety Peg. The list goes on and on. Between both of my parents I was afforded the luxury of travel to lands near, far, and fictional.
During this month my blog posts will focus on reading and why it is so important to me.
Please don’t hesitate to comment with a book that you feel changed or influenced you in some fundamental way.
bye for now!
“The Secret Garden” by Frances Hodgson Burnett and Johanna Spyri’s “Heidi” were read to me by my mother, and I, in turn, read them to my younger siblings. Both of those books sang to my imagination and sent me down a path of voracious reading and writing. I will always be thankful.