Let me paint you a picture.
My love affair with books started in first grade, when my teacher Mrs. Warnock gave me the first Boxcar Children book.
I am the girl who could not sit down to eat without something to read. I had to be forced not to read during Sunday dinners.
I am the girl who would look up after hours of reading and wonder where everyone was, even though I had apparently held full conversations with them before they left.
I am the girl who checked out the maximum number of books each time at the library, and who owned hundreds of Archie comics.
I am the girl who read Jane Eyre in 6th grade because her friend recommended it.
I am the girl who brought books to sleepovers, who brings four books on week long vacations, and who always has a book in her purse.
I am also a re-reader. If I love a book I will read it over and over and over again. I will read it until I know the story by heart, and the characters and I are on a first name basis.
I have read some really great books lately. And I will tell you about them.
But for now, all you need to know is that I am a reader.