Blogger: Rachel Kent
I’m going to keep today’s blog pretty light because we’re still tired and emotional here at Books & Such. Janet’s husband was a friend to us all and I miss him. I hope you’ll all weigh in with comments today and I’ll pop in too, but I probably won’t be as chatty as usual.
With school starting back up, the world of books and reading is going to be explored by a brand-new group of students. They are all so cute when they start kindergarten with their over-sized backpacks and shy smiles (and maybe even a few tears). We all know what a gift reading is and it’s fun to think about a new group of children opening up that gift.
I honestly don’t remember when I learned to read. Books were always an important part of my life though. My mom and dad loved reading to us and I have a lot of special memories of reading with my parents even after I already knew how to read on my own. I do remember sounding out letters in kindergarten and reading those little “Jack and Jill” books in first grade, but I don”t remember a specific time that I could say it all clicked for me. It’s funny to me that something so integral in my life wouldn’t stand out in my memories. My mom told me the first book I ever read on my own was P.D. Eastman’s Go, Dog. Go. This is no surprise to me because dogs were always my favorite. I do remember devouring books all through childhood.
I have a nephew who started reading when he was 3 years old. He taught himself, though we all read to him a lot so he had a lot of exposure. I still can’t figure out how he did it because if we asked him to sound out a word he was reading it was hard for him even though he could read just about any word we put in front of him. The little guy could read YA chapter books at 3! I’m not sure how much he was comprehending of those chapter books, but the big words weren’t a problem for him.
Another of my nephews is almost 5 now and he’s just starting to show an interest in sounding out words and reading sentences. He is every bit as smart as my other nephew, but his interest just hasn’t been as focused on reading yet.
I love how unique the journey to loving books can be. Some readers don’t love reading until much later in life when a certain book touches them. I’d love to hear about your experience or you could share about your children too, if you’d like. Here are some prompts to follow if they’ll help.
When did you learn to read? Is there a story to go with your discovery?
How old were you when you started to love reading?
Was there a specific book that triggered your love of reading?
Thanks for participating in today’s blog! 🙂