I got to thinking about my history with books and reading. I was raised with a family of readers. I was able to gauge my growth by how much I could see over the counter at the library. I think we made a trip there and to the bookstore weekly with my parents and sister. I can’t even fathom a moment of my life that wasn’t impacted by books.
I have one sister that is four years older than me. Her and my mother gravitated to fantasy and I’d listen to them talk about all these books they were both reading and discussing. This made me crazy eager to know what they were talking about (first one was Dragonlance). I began my venture into adult fantasy in fourth grade. I was such a reader in fact that my gym teacher actually allowed me to sit out to read. I have no clue how I managed that. It wasn’t an everyday thing but she let it happen on occasion.
My father was a reader of about anything but he always seemed to appreciate science fiction over other genres. I’ll admit, I was much slower to get into science fiction than fantasy. I had such an easier time connecting to a world with dragons and swords than that of space. As I’ve gotten older though I’ve grown more and more in love with sci- fi.
This continued throughout my life- my sister and parents influenced so much of the books I read. I can thank my sister for introducing me to Neil Gaiman’s Sandman and George RR Martin. I’m so grateful that reading was such a focus in my family and I wonder if I’d have gotten into it if they weren’t all such fans.