I remember the first time I went to the library to check out a book. I was six years old and attending a decently small elementary school in California’s San Joaquin Valley. It was the first time our class was allowed into the library outside of our set “story time” with the librarian. It felt like I had been wandering around for hours, I was so consumed. I grabbed Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus off of a shelf and found a quiet corner to read in. My teacher was looking for me as I hid between the shelves to keep reading for as long as I could before having to go back to class.
I was, and to this day am, the reader of my household. Once I have a book in my hands, you won’t be able to pry […]