You know what's sad? I don't remember very many books from my childhood. I remember reading some Dr. Seuss around the time I started kindergarten. I remember reading children's encyclopedia's cover to cover in the first grade.
But I don't really remember loving books until I was in Jr. High. Don't get me wrong. I LOVED reading. Did it all the time. I read everything I could get my hands on. I just don't remember actually falling in love with a book before Jr. High, and the first book I actually remember falling in love with was either A Wrinkle in Time or Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Just don't ask me to tell you which one happened first, because I don't remember that.
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