A Reader is Born

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“I was born in a library, in the fiction stacks.” -Luanne Rice

I came across this quote by Luanne Rice last week – and I loved it at first sight. My reading skills and soaring imagination were certainly polished by my many visits to the library. One of my early memories is of my mom taking us to the public library a car ride away. I recall the largeness of the space, the silence that echoed among the stacks, the many shelves filled with books: picture books, adult books, and the books in between.

The memory that comes to mind is of the time when I chose Dickens’ story A Tale of Two Cities to take home and read. I remember the thickness of the book, the cream-coloured paper, the scent of the pages as I turned them. I enjoyed the detailed drawings in the novel, and the intricacies of the story. I spent time engrossed in the plot while sitting on my bed, or in a shady part of our garden. I was a young reader at that time and would often forgo playing for travel into the world of the imagination.

Reading, and the many visits to the library, has definitely affected the many aspects of who I am: my sense of imagination; my ability to see in my mind what it is I am reading; the ease with which I currently write (whether for work or for pleasure); my vocabulary; my general knowledge. Would I change this part of me? No. And would I cease to visit those stacks that encourage me to wander into different worlds? I think not.

Within the fiction stacks, a reader was born. And among those shelves of books, a reader will continue to thrive.

musingmondaysDo you spend time among the fiction stacks of a library?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014

(This post was inspired by Luanne Rice’s quote and Miz B’s Musing Mondays)

A Tuesday Teaser

In The Lemon Orchard, Luanne Rice tells us the story of Julia and Ricardo. Both have experienced the love of a daughter; and both have lost that love. While house sitting, Julia is drawn to the manager of her uncle’s lemon orchard. In finding out what has happened to Roberto’s daughter, Julia hopes to find her own once again.

“Roberto stayed for a long time. Julia didn’t want to move. The longer they sat there, the more she could feel their daughters, just like in her old dream of Luna and Maria and the man with the scar seared into his face.” (p43)

As always, Rice’s writing draws me in. I weep with the characters and feel their emotion. As I turn the pages I am hopeful that Julia is successful in her project. Whatever the end of the story, I am sure I will not be disappointed.

Do you enjoy reading novels that tug at the heart strings?

(This post was inspired by MizB’s Teaser Tuesdays. You are welcome to join in.)