My love affair with books started at a very young age. Two distinct memories from my childhood are hiding a book of fairy tales (and an Osmond Brothers record) from my destructive little sister and driving cross country on a family vacation to Nashville and my mom saying “For gosh sake Chrystal, put that book down and look out of the window” I was hooked at an early age. What made me love books and my sister want to tear them up? Probably the same thing that made her 6″, blonde and green eyed and me 5′7″ with brown hair and eyes. We are as different on the inside as we are on the outside.
If I go somewhere overnight, vacation, etc., I always pack books. I have 3 in my locker at work. A classic, a romantic suspense and a medieval history book. Just like craving food from one day to the next, I never know what I will want to read on my lunch hour. I always carry a book in my purse for oil change wait, doctor’s offices or just when I have a chance to read a few pages. I never read just one book at a time. Right now I have at least five books going and can suprisingly enough keep up with all of them. My family, of course think I am nuts. Even saying that, my dad helped me construct this 12′ X 9′ bookcase. 
I love it. This isn’t all of my books though. I have four more free standing book cases throughout the house. I used to hide my book addiction by stacking them up in the spare bedroom closet or under the bed so that no one would see them and I didn’t have to hear how weird they all think it is. But as you can see I don’t give a rip anymore. How did your love affair with books come about?
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October 27, 2006 at 3:39 pm
I was living in a type of commune in the Ozark mountains and was given a box of Harlequin Presents. Wait, that was the beginning of my love for romances. Funny enough, I can hardly read those Presents these days. Haven’t in years.
I can’t remember my love for books beginning, but I do remember that I had read the entire library of my elementary school by the fifth grade.