History repeating
Sep. 5th, 2008 08:45 pmMany, many years ago, when I was but a young girl, the local library had a Summer Reading program for kids. One year (maybe every year, but I only remember one year), they had a competition - who could read the most books in a summer - and at the end of the summer, the top five or so would get their pictures in the paper. As should not be a surprise to anyone who knows me, I read more books than anyone - my dad clipped the photo, where we all have little signs with the number of books we read: I was the only one in triple digits, and I beat the next guy by like, fifty. Yea verily, I am a book nerd.
But that is not the point.
I just got off the phone with my mom, who called to tell me that she had won (the first time she can recall winning anything) the grand prize for the Adult Summer Reading Program, at the same library. Now, this was not for having read the most books (which I asked her right away, and she was like, "No, though if it had been I would have won hands down." Being a book nerd is genetic). This was more of a read a book, put your name in the fishbowl for a drawing, sort of thing. Still - tomorrow, she goes to the library, and gets her picture taken for the paper. Too bad she won't have a little sign with a number.
I know I don't read as much as I used to, though I do have four books going at the moment. I feel like I don't have time for it, what with the Real Job and all. I am amazed that my mom, who pretty much every minute of the day is Doing Something Productive (I did not inherit her Type A-ness), still rips through like, three to four books a week.
Go mom!
But that is not the point.
I just got off the phone with my mom, who called to tell me that she had won (the first time she can recall winning anything) the grand prize for the Adult Summer Reading Program, at the same library. Now, this was not for having read the most books (which I asked her right away, and she was like, "No, though if it had been I would have won hands down." Being a book nerd is genetic). This was more of a read a book, put your name in the fishbowl for a drawing, sort of thing. Still - tomorrow, she goes to the library, and gets her picture taken for the paper. Too bad she won't have a little sign with a number.
I know I don't read as much as I used to, though I do have four books going at the moment. I feel like I don't have time for it, what with the Real Job and all. I am amazed that my mom, who pretty much every minute of the day is Doing Something Productive (I did not inherit her Type A-ness), still rips through like, three to four books a week.
Go mom!