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.
This is such a wonderful post! And WOW am I behind or WHAT!?
We were allowed to check out our age in books. I think the library’s rules were fifty books out at a time per household. I really wanted to try to reach their limits. hahaha!