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Early Memories
When Ang told me the theme for her month-long
blogoversary, I was excited. As a
writer, reader, book blogger, and librarian, a love for reading is close to my
heart. Developing and encouraging
literacy has been a big focus of my life.
The written word is more than just a hobby (and my career) to me, it’s
one of my first loves.
I always remember being utterly fascinated by
books. My parents kept as many books as
they could afford in our house, and we also went to the library every other
week (the loan periods were for two weeks at the time). Interestingly, my small town in Vermont
didn’t have a good library. It only had
an incredibly small one with very little selection, so my parents paid a nearby
town in New Hampshire for a non-resident library card. We were taught to respect books, even if you
don’t agree with or don’t like what’s inside the book. I don’t remember not having this reverence
for books, ever.
I do recall, however, when I first started to beg to
learn to read. I got tired of constantly
having to ask somebody else to read to me, and I also had a typical little
sister issue of wanting to do everything my big brother could do. So I asked to learn to read, and my parents
agreed. I was three. By the age of four
I was curled up with Little House on the Prairie, my favorite series and
one we actually owned. Reading is like
breathing to me. I only vaguely recall not knowing how to do it, and I find
myself incapable of not reading words when they are in front of me.
It really isn’t surprising then that I quickly wanted to
create these worlds that I so enjoyed losing myself in. At about the age of four I started to write
my own “books,” illustrate them, bind them (three hole punch plus string), and
force them upon my family. I’ve known since
then, since the age of four, that I’m a writer. I wanted to tell stories, to
give people that gift that others had given to me.
My greatest joy since publishing Waiting For Daybreak
has been the readers who say things that make it clear they have had the same
swept into another world experience that I had from such a young age. Things
like how much they related to Frieda or how concerned they were for her cat or
how it made them realize something new or even just how fun it was to see a
zombie apocalypse imagined in Boston. I
tell people that I don’t write to make money or to boost my self-worth or
anything like that. I write because I can’t not write. And I write because I
want other people to read and enjoy my stories. That’s all there is to it.
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Thank you so much for sharing your story Amanda! It is great how those early experiences shape our loves and lives later in life!
Please take a moment to visit Amanda on her blog where she reviews new books that influence her or you can follow her on Twitter @amandamcneil
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