Welcome to the second year of the Marketing for Romance Writers yearlong blog hop. This week, the writing prompt is:
A Book that has Influenced My Life
That’s a tough one. There are so many! After much deliberation — at least 20 seconds worth — I’m going to go with the book that marked the beginning of my ability to read: a Davy Crockett comic book.
I don’t remember what it looked like, but probably it was like the picture at left. Maybe it was a different comic; I really can’t say, because this was before I was even in kindergarten. Age four, probably. I loved this comic book and had my parents read it to me ad nauseum.
Now that I’m a parent and grandparent, I understand how wearing it can be to read something over and over, no matter how much you love the little pester-bug or how much you approve of reading. So I sympathize with my dad’s feelings when I asked him to read it yet again.
He said, “Why don’t you read it yourself?”
I don’t remember how I felt about that. I don’t remember anyone specifically trying to teach me to read, either, so I can’t say how much I already knew. I’m not saying no one tried, but I don’t remember. This all occurred back in the days when dinosaurs still roamed the Earth, you know.
But I tried to read Davy Crockett. I’d probably memorized a lot of it, but this wasn’t a dumbed-down comic (an oxymoron if ever I heard one). There were a coonskin-cap full of words. When I came across a word I couldn’t figure out, I pestered Mom, Dad, or my older sister.
By bedtime, I’d gotten only partway. The next morning, before breakfast or getting dressed, I picked it up again. The only time I remember actually reading it was in my PJs, lying on the unmade bed I shared with my sister and reading, reading, reading.
It seemed like it took forever, but when I finished it, I knew I could read. With a lot of help, mind you, but I DID IT.
What about you?
What book influenced your life? Be sure to check out the other writers taking part in this blog hop.