Let me start this blog out by stating a fact about me-self, I LOVE TO READ. Love, love, love it! Why everyone doesn’t enjoy this fantastic experience is beyond me, but I still try to get people into reading whenever I can. That includes my two teenagers. Teenager 1 already loves reading, very much like me (and we read the same genre of books as well) while Teenager 2 would rather set her own hair on fire than read a book.
Then, one day, I picked her up from school and she declared she needed 2 books that were over 250 pages for her Independent Reading Assignment. She has given me the honor of picking out her books since I’m “the expert on books in the family”.
First of all, thank you! Second, holy crap! What am I going to get her? So, after copious research and rigorous field testing, I found her If I Stay and It’s Kind of a Funny Story.
Guess what she asked for for Christmas? Yes! Books! I can’t believe it! It’s like I’ve cracked the Nazi code, found the missing link, or cured the common cold! Even she said, “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but can you buy me the sequel to If I Stay?” Yes. Yes, I will.
When I read, I get inspired to write. I love thinking of story lines, characters, plot twists and such, so I asked her if she had any desire to start writing.
Me: So, do want to start writing your own stuff now?
T2: Oh, hell no. I’m not good at making up stories.
Me: You’re not?
T2: Well, I’m good at making up stories when they directly effect me. But I’m pretty sure that’s not called literature. That’s called lying.
I laughed so hard I nearly fell off my chair.