No, I don’t mean you fought some woman with a blonde updo over a rare children’s book… I mean that if you love to read, your parents are at least partially to thank for that. Literally, imagine a fashion sample-sale scene, replace the Louboutins with books, and you’d have an accurate mental picture of a book sale.)Īnyway, if you're a fellow book-lover, you probably have a similar story. We would wake up at about 4 a.m., go to a huge warehouse, and straight-up fight other lit-lovers over old library copies of rare books. (Side note: If you’ve never experienced a book sale, you’re missing out. There's no way I could have grown up NOT loving books, because I was surrounded by them all day, every day.Īt one point, my mom actually owned a used book business, and she would take me to book sales and let me get as many five-cent Nancy Drew Notebooks as I could fit in my scrawny arms. So, it'd probably be an understatement to say that when I was growing up, books were a pretty important part of everyday life. My mom got her degree as a reading specialist.
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