I have a voracious appetite for reading. If my nose isn’t stuck in a book, it’s pointed at a news article, blog post, or research material.
It’s a healthy addiction. One I can trace back to the older generation of women in my life.
Mamaw read to me every day when I was little. I curled up in the crook of her knees and laid my head on her hip as she voiced some of the best books ever written to me. Heidi. Jane Eyre. Gone with the Wind. Tom Sawyer. Little Women.
Because of that, I fell in love with books before I could even read.
Mama fed that passion after I moved to Wilmington. I can’t ever remember picking up a book in a store and being told to put it back. Even if I was in trouble, I could have a new book to read.
Most of the women in my life enjoyed reading. Grandma always had a Bible in her hand, and Aunt Sandy had a steady rotation of novels on her nightstand.
Mama Clark likes to read, too. She has a phenomenal collection of horror and crime books. I’ve borrowed a great many of them over the years – as has my brother-in-law and Bug.
Since I’m surrounded by so many people who love reading, it always shocks me when North Carolina pops up among the states who least like to read. Those findings are contrary to my own experience.
All of the North Carolinians I know enjoy a good book every now and again.
How about y’all? Do you enjoy reading?