I especially like this one. I was hyperactive until the age of 4, when I learned to read (Thank You Montessori!), and became hyper-book-active, a traveller in worlds of invention, and feeling like my real life exists among all the people in the world who loved the same books.

I’m still working out what bone I’ll chew, digest, and cook up in various ways for my blog, but your posts are helping there.

Thanks!

My aunt remembers me as the 8 year old kid who would go to her house, ignore all the relatives and cousins, sit down in front of her bookshelf and start reading. I faintly remember that bookshelf, and I remember reading the entire bookshelf… a few times. I still have difficulty putting good novels down, and read through meals, while walking – I’d read while in the shower if they ever mass produced water-proof books!

I’m still much the same, except that I have switched to Google Reader to feed the obsession. Serendipity happens, because my best friend – who happens to be an obsessive reader himself – was wondering out loud why there are obsessive readers such as us. Thanks for providing part of the answer in this article!

My second grade teacher wanted to put me in the ‘slow’ reading group, because when called on in reading class, I could never just pick up where the last student left off. My mother knew very well that I was reading books the my father (who was a school librarian at a junior high) brought home. So she snuck into the back of my class one day and caught me with the top of my desk cracked open a bit – reading a Nancy Drew mystery ‘undercover’. By the next year, we had a self paced K-12 reading ciriculum and after I finished all of it before Christmas, the teacher just let me turn in two book reports a week LOL.

“Drug of choice” indeed. I lift my glass to a fellow addict – and I’m going to stop by the local book box store and see if I can find your work. They sound interesting.