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  2. Patricia Lynne
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    I can’t imagine my parents not letting me read. I devoured books when I was younger (a reading program that gave out prizes at school helped.) Naturally, in my teenage years I had more important things to do, but I eventually got back into it.

  3. Tui Snider
    Tui Snider at | | Reply

    How sad that you weren’t allowed to read for pleasure!

    Reading has long been a solace for me. Luckily, it was encouraged in my household, although I was such a nerd that instead of grounding me, my folks would punish me by forbidding me from going to the library.

    So glad you were able to cultivate a love of reading, to realize that you are smart, and to pass along your love of books to your children.

  4. Considerer
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    Books were my lifeline and my escape. Words were my world when reality was too tough. They became a way to scribe what I couldn’t say, and often remain so. The idea of a childhood without books is somehow more forbidding an idea than a childhood without music, or without nature.

    I’m so glad you learned to read, and that you love it.

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