Ch-ch-changes
When I was a kid, I loved to read. Loved it. I got my first library card in kindergarten, and the day it arrived in the mail, my mom came into the school building to show me through the window in the door at pickup time. She slid it under the door so I could show all of my classmates and my teacher. I felt like a rock star! Then, when I was six, I got my first chapter book as a holiday gift when I was six, and I felt so grown up. It was Superfudge, and it kicked off a Judy Blume spree that lasted for several years. My mom was a voracious reader - she literally always had a paperback in her hand or nearby - so it was easy to mimic her behavior, and she encouraged the habit. I rarely asked for toys and such, so when the monthly Scholastic book form came home, I would circle all of the titles I was interested in, and I almost always got them all. The best times, however, were the times we would go to Velma’s Books, a used bookstore in the corner of a local sporting goods store....
