Writers start as readers.
I discovered early that a book was a whole world. As a child, I sneaked books into bed. I nearly ruined my eyes reading by the thin strip of light shafting in the crack of my bedroom door. When I was in middle school, even though I didn’t like our creepy basement, I volunteered to take the bedroom down there so I could keep my light on without my parents’ knowledge. One summer, I stayed up till 2 or 3 every night reading the complete works of Mark Twain, Shakespeare’s plays and every Ann of Green Gables book I could get my hands on. Stories of adventure, laugh more...
