tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post7585093792058124963..comments2023-12-09T00:33:24.572-08:00Comments on Novel Matters: She Reads Guest Post: Contagious Passion for ReadingBonnie Grovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377519561074174038noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-54532601571668274192010-08-11T11:00:39.820-07:002010-08-11T11:00:39.820-07:00Beautiful post! I feel blessed to have so many rea...Beautiful post! I feel blessed to have so many reading memories--sitting in my grandmother's ample lap to hear nursery rhymes and stories about Tiny Toosie, enjoying a chapter of Little House in the Big Woods after lunch in 3rd grade, reading aloud with our children instead of watching TV (like my parents did with me).<br /><br />Thanks for sharing!Lynn Deanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11167302687594477675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-78028957681211421622010-08-09T19:33:25.748-07:002010-08-09T19:33:25.748-07:00What a beautiful post! It brought back so many mem...What a beautiful post! It brought back so many memories.<br /><br />I don't remember when I first learned to read, but my mom tells me I plunked down, cross-legged, on the couch in our living room and just started sounding out the words until I could read. That was when I was four. I've been falling in love with books ever since then, each time I opened a new one. And I hope my kids (when I have some in the future, Lord willing) catch that love too.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01901886302578503906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-28379142565804288392010-08-09T08:36:24.172-07:002010-08-09T08:36:24.172-07:00What a wonderful post, Ariel. I introduced my own ...What a wonderful post, Ariel. I introduced my own kids to all those authors. I don't remember that my parents did much reading aloud when I was a child, but the house was filled with books and I grew up with the knowledge that writing is a high calling and a privilege.<br /><br />I still remember when the light came on for me and I realized that letters represent sounds that add up to words. I even remember the first word that came to life for me: R-E-D, red. I couldn't wait to explain it to my mom. She was thrilled for me.<br /><br />My fifth-grade teacher read The Hobbit out loud to us, one chapter after lunch every day. It's one of my favorite school memories.Meg Moseleyhttp://www.megmoseley.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-24436112850701253112010-08-09T08:21:58.838-07:002010-08-09T08:21:58.838-07:00Thanks for your kind words, ladies! Those are some...Thanks for your kind words, ladies! Those are some of the best memories from a childhood that can only be described as "Little House on the Prairie meets the Hippie Movement."<br /><br /><br />I'm reading The Hobbit to my boys for the first time this summer. They don't really understand it, but they love it, and that's all I need at the moment. Passion for reading is caught, not taught.Ariel Allison Lawhonhttp://www.shereads.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-8865631252575049942010-08-09T07:33:13.378-07:002010-08-09T07:33:13.378-07:00I love this story. My love of books began very you...I love this story. My love of books began very young too-I think by my mother taking us to the local library where I found I could take out books and throw myself into their lives.Terri Tiffanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07771622379178654235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-59293005488994439502010-08-09T05:00:11.779-07:002010-08-09T05:00:11.779-07:00I wanted to read this post out loud.
Let's se...I wanted to read this post out loud.<br /><br />Let's see, the Ramona books, The Neverending Story, Frog & Toad, Cinderella, but the one that I truly experienced for the first time...A Wrinkle in Time. I fell in love with books because of that story. It made me dream big.<br /><br />I hope to inspire big dreams in my children when I read to them.<br /><br />~ WendyWendy Paine Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15136235074351188350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-75338358024443121582010-08-09T03:46:26.124-07:002010-08-09T03:46:26.124-07:00Beautiful post! As the oldest child who lived in a...Beautiful post! As the oldest child who lived in a boys' dormitory (my dad was the director) books became friends. <br /><br />I LIVED with Beautiful Joe and with Nancy Drew, who allowed me to assist her.<br /><br />Your post does radiate passion and the love YOU have for your books as well.<br /><br />Blessings!<br />Pattipattihttp://www.pattilacy.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-32089827071665857022010-08-09T03:25:05.916-07:002010-08-09T03:25:05.916-07:00Beautifully written post, Ariel. You brought this ...Beautifully written post, Ariel. You brought this childhood memory to life and helped us feel the warmth and the magic of it. No wonder you love books.<br /><br />I too have an obsession with books that germinated in childhood. My mother was a school teacher and had firm ideas about not giving children a "headstart" before they began school, so my first classroom reading lesson was a revelation. I still remember the black marks on the white page and the sudden dawning understanding that they meant something - that they were the source of the story I loved to hear read aloud. It was a type of alchemy and I fell in love from that moment.Karen @ a house full of sunshinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17787916466155321686noreply@blogger.com