Day 12: The First Novel I Remember Reading
I have so many reading memories clouding my mind right now. I remember being required to read biographies in addition to whatever series I was into at the moment. I think I read about Dolly Madison over and over again. When I was ten or eleven my dad gave me the Lord of the Rings books and I read them all in a week. Mom read us so many books out loud. Dad read us Narnia over and over.
I texted Mom to see if she remembered the first novel I read. I thought it might be Laura Ingalls Wilder but didn’t know which one. She thought it must be the second one: Little House on the Prairie. She read Little House in the Big Woods to me and I read the next one because I liked the story so much. I must have been about seven or eight at the time.
I’m not totally sure if a Little House book can count as a novel. Oh well, it’s at least the first novel-ish chapter book. I have so many memories of library visits in my head right now. It was always a very fun trip. I remember hating the limit my parents placed on the number of books I could check out. We had this amazing librarian- “Miss Margaret” who remembered my parents rules about what we could and couldn’t read. She always had several books in mind for each of us when we walked in.