Join me as I ask a Fun Question that’s been on my mind. I’ll give you my take, but I really hope you’ll jump in with your answers too, since I’m really curious to know what my fellow readers and bloggers think! So today’s question is…
How did your parents influence your reading?
So back in January, Lexxie had this fabulous post about PNR and she talked about how blogging has expanded her horizons. Well it got me to thinking about how blogging has expanded mine… and here’s the crazy thing! My love of fantasy and paranormal is a recent development. I know! Me! Lover of all things paranormal… I mean I’m FANTASY IS MORE FUN!
I can’t credit blogging with bringing me back to Fantasy, but it was just before I started blogging that I found fantasy again. I say again, because as much as I love my parents they… my dad really… pushed me away from my favorite genre as a child. I’ll never forget it. I read this book by AVI called Bright Shadow and it was the first time I stayed up all night reading a book. So I told my parents about it… I was so excited. My dad looked at the book and saw that it was fantasy. He then told me that it was because of the Devil that I’d stayed up all night reading the book. The Devil and his evil magic had held me captive reading the book. I was like 8 or 9… so it scared the shit out of me! I didn’t pick up another fantasy book until I was 19 (It was Harry Potter, BTW). Sometimes I wonder, would I love fantasy as much if it hadn’t been the forbidden fruit for so long? Or would I love it more, be more versed in it, have read more completely? Who knows, but that’s one way my parents definitely influenced my reading.
But they influenced me in lots of great ways too. I was a struggling reader, mostly because – as we discovered towards the end of 1st grade – I couldn’t see. My teacher wanted to hold me back because I was so behind but my mom said, no, she’d work with me over the summer to catch me up now that I had glasses. And she did. We read like crazy that summer and I entered second grade on level with my peers. By the end of 2nd grade I was the top reader in my class. My parents didn’t have much money, so the way they kept me in books was the library. My mom took us to the library multiple times a week, until I got old enough to take myself. Reading was something she loved and she definitely passed that along to me.
I think I also learned my lesson from that first book that I stayed up all night reading though… because I never told my parents when I loved a book that much ever again. I remember discovering Victoria Holt when I was just 14 years old. I’m CERTAIN my parents wouldn’t have approved, but they never knew 🙂 Thus began my love affair with Historical Romance. I can’t help but wonder if my being a historian started there?
Anyway, I think readers will be readers and we’ll find what we love regardless – but there’s no doubt our parents, teachers, and peers have an influence in what we find to read as we grow. I think it’s interesting to reflect on their impact and wonder, how might it have been different? Would you have found you favorite genre on your own just as quickly? Would you have been willing to try things you steered clear of for fear of judgment (or the devil lol!)? What do you think?Berls wants to know... how did your parents influence your reading? Click To Tweet