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Where Have All the Reading Materials Gone?

The NaBloPoMo prompt for today is: When was the first time you realized that your home was not like other peoples' homes?

I recall roller skating in a friend's garage in kindergarten. We didn't have a garage, but that's not the memory that sticks out in my mind. Nor is it when I think about playing with Barbies at other peoples' homes, but not having them at home.

When I was in eighth grade, I went to spend the night with a friend and I remember her house looked totally different than either my (parents') house or other houses I knew. There was something odd about the place that I couldn't put my finger on for a while. Finally, we were dancing in the living room and I stopped and said, "Where are all your books?"

I was used to a house that had reading material everywhere. In the living room on shelves and by chairs. In the laundry room on the "brown table" that collected everything. By my parents' bed. Both sets of grandparents had many books as well.

This pristine house had lovely shelves of knickknacks and picture frames, but no books that I could see.

For me, it's just a house until I put my books all over it. Then it's home.

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Bonnie Jacobs said…
When I was dating the man I would marry, I noticed there was precisely one book in his parents' home — the Bible — and it was on the lower shelf of the coffee table, dusted but apparently never read. He didn't grow up a reader, but he changed:

http://bonniesbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-his-obituary.html
November 28, 2011 at 9:29 AM
Bonnie Jacobs said…
I quoted part of this for my readers this morning, but some may come here to see what else you said:
http://bonniesbooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/booking-about-sunday-salon.html
December 4, 2011 at 4:00 AM
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