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My journey to becoming a bookworm was kind of unusual. I hated reading when I was a kid. I wasn't good at it. I thought books were boring. My parents weren't readers and also thought books were boring, so we didn't have many of them in the house. When bloggers write "childhood favorites" book lists, I always feel left out because I didn't have childhood favorites! Child-sized-me didn't read.
I didn't care about books until I was 11 and needed a book for silent reading time at school. I found an old Stephen King paperback in my parents' bedroom and decided to read that, even though I knew nothing about it. It was love at first page. I was obsessed. I devoured as much of the book as I could before my parents discovered I had it and took it away. Apparently, 11 is too young for Stephen King.
Even though I didn't get to finish the book, it transformed me into a bookworm. I became more open minded about other books and spent more time in the library. Between the ages of 11 and 14, I read everything. I was trying to figure out my reading tastes.
I started asking for books as Christmas and birthday gifts. My parents bought me a lot of books during my time in middle school. My book collection became my favorite possession. In the (many) years since middle school ended, a few of my childhood books have fallen apart from too many re-readings. Others went missing or were given away to make space for more books. Now I only have a few of my childhood books left.
So, let's talk about them! Here are the lucky survivors. I love them so much that they'll never be chucked into a donate box. They will stay with me until my heart explodes from eating too many nachos. RIP. 🧀