Chapter Four – Literacy
I loved books. Everyone in my family loved books. At age four, I learned to read, and immediately took to books like a duck to water. I read novels, nonfiction, nothing too backbreaking, of course, just kiddie stuff at first. Needless to say, I as a fairly well read child for seven years old by the time school rolled around.
Ana could also read by age four. Louis, despite his lack of seriousness about school, still loved reading. My mother knew how to spread the love of something. I think it was the vitality in her eyes, which Louis and Ana inherited, but not me. It's odd, that everyone but Papa and me has brown eyes, but I digress. For many years before school, I could read. My favorite stories were those about historical events and novels where people overcame awful odds. For some reason, I felt so satisfied after one of these stories. Despite my fulfilled feelings I got from reading, in school my love of reading was going to get me trouble.
I loved books. Everyone in my family loved books. At age four, I learned to read, and immediately took to books like a duck to water. I read novels, nonfiction, nothing too backbreaking, of course, just kiddie stuff at first. Needless to say, I as a fairly well read child for seven years old by the time school rolled around.
Ana could also read by age four. Louis, despite his lack of seriousness about school, still loved reading. My mother knew how to spread the love of something. I think it was the vitality in her eyes, which Louis and Ana inherited, but not me. It's odd, that everyone but Papa and me has brown eyes, but I digress. For many years before school, I could read. My favorite stories were those about historical events and novels where people overcame awful odds. For some reason, I felt so satisfied after one of these stories. Despite my fulfilled feelings I got from reading, in school my love of reading was going to get me trouble.