My mom read to me pretty much every night until I was like thirteen. That’s a lot of books. I couldn’t read until I was in the nine/ten zone. Looking back, I feel like there was a big potential for me to hate books. But I think my mom reading to me and my sister saved me from that fate. Tomorrow, I’m leaving the city to spend Thanksgiving with my mom. I’m very grateful to her for reading to me, and here are some books I’m grateful she read to me. Thanks Mom!
Thanks to The Broke and the Bookish for hosting this weekly book meme!