For as long as I can remember, reading has been a huge part of my life. Growing up, having a tv in our bedroom was not allowed. But more often than not, you could find me in my bedroom, door closed, lying on my bed, completely engrossed in a good book.
The Trixie Belden series.
Nancy Drew.
Beverly Cleary.
Judy Blume. Who could forget being forbidden to read “Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret?“
The Sweet Valley High girls.
I dove head first into The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe and the rest of the Narnia world. Escapism at its best. And without a remote.
Roald Dahl and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Followed by James and the Giant Peach.
How to Eat Fried Worms. Which was more recently turned into a fun movie that I introduced the kids to.
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