How Books Found Their Way Into My Home

Looking back it seems rather strange that I became the book-toting nerdy girl I am today. My parents did not read for enjoyment, and I am not sure my mother has ever read a book from beginning to end, even if it was required reading.🤔 That’s talent in itself, because my mother is an amazing medical social worker, just not a reader.

At home we watched a lot of tv growing up, Happy Days, Mash, 3’s Company to name a few.

My dad was always playing sports, softball or basketball usually, and if we weren’t on a softball tournament somewhere we were camping and fishing on the weekends.

My parents had the idea that if they took me camping and fishing enough I wouldn’t discover boys. That didn’t work though, boys go camping and fishing too! 😇 I always made a few friends.

We were an outdoorsy family for sure, so it makes sense that a good part of my writing is about taking my family camping and exploring the outdoors.

I suppose even my mental health topics can be explained by having a social worker as a mother. I used to HATE that my mother was a therapist when I was a child. –Quit therapisting me mom! I’m your daughter not your client! Ya, I actually said that. I was a brat. 😏

Now though, I can see how fortunate I was. I got a lot of great advice from my hippie, therapist mom.😘 (-love you mom).

I had a great childhood, but still, I had no reading influences in my life to speak of. It’s just my own thing I do. I’m the nerdy, black sheep in my family always packing my book around (and reading glasses too nowadays). 👓


I do have a few ideas on what made books such an important part of my life. Here they are…

📚Scholastic Book Club and Fair

When I was in elementary school I would always bring home the Scholastic Book Club order forms, always wanting some, or all of them. I don’t really remember if my parents ever ordered me any. My guess was those little flyers got lost once they made it home.

But… when it was time for conferences you can bet I would be super eager for the Scholastic Book Fair. I always scored at the book fair. I’m not sure how I was able to get my parents to spend their hard earned money, after what, I am certain, was a less than amazing conference. I was just a tad too social.  -Lana is a pleasure to have in class, but she talks too much and passes notes when she needs to be applying herself (kids these days wouldn’t even appreciate my dedicated note writing skills).

📚The Bookmobile


One thing I do remember about being a kid is that our local library had a Bookmobile! (This probably really dates me). It was basically a traveling library collection in a bus, and it would park itself across the street from my home once a week. Oh man, was I excited once I had my own library card and I could check out books under my own account. 😎I was big time now…haha

📚Children’s Book Of The Month Club


I also remember my mom letting me subscribe to the Children’s Book Of The Month Club. I think my mom would have stopped the subscription sooner but she was always so busy, she probably forgot, so I got quite a few titles.

Does anyone remember the Sweet Pickles Books? I was always pretty excited when my package of 2 brand new books came addressed to myself.🤩

Nuts To Nightingale is probably the title that stands out the most for me. If I remember correctly, Nightingale was not a very pleasant fellow. This was basically my first book collection. I was a Sweet Pickle fan.

118FF019-E945-4103-824E-D8FDFC9D54A9Then as I got a little older I discovered my first teenage series that I became obsessed with, Sweet Valley High. I thought I was quite the reader when I could polish off one of these books over a weekend. I read them all! I was after all, a boss reader. Haha Look at these covers! They look like harlequin romances, I can’t believe I ate this stuff up, but I did. 😳

Those are the memories that stand out from my childhood that consequently filled my heart with books. I’m sure their are many more things that contributed, but I just can’t remember them.

As a parent, you want your child to grow up reading, right? So I guess my parents did more than a few things right there. I’m just not sure what part I missed, my adult boys are gamers, and wouldn’t hardly touch a book.

Maybe you can share with me some of your childhood experiences that influence you today. What brought you to books? Introduced you to camping? Opened your mind to psychology? Or turned you into a gamer? These seem to be some of my favorite topics..

Have a great night and thank you for checking out my quirky post on books.


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13 replies »

  1. Family members often brought me books knowing how much I liked to read. And then there were the books I bought from my allowance 😉
    Lovely post.

  2. Good post…My family didn’t have a lot of books while I was growing up. But, I always had a voracious appetite for reading. I would reread books over and over. Sometimes, I got lucky and would get a Reader’s Digest. This was like the greatest gift ever to my 12 year old self!

  3. I began reading with the Bobbsey Twin Books. Now that really dates me. Other books entered my life through the door of the school library. Then, when I was 11, an uncle gave us an old set of Encyclopedia Britannica. I thought I was in heaven! The summer I was 14, my friends brought me Harlequin romances. In those days their protagonist always was a nurse. So I planned to be a nurse after I graduated high school. Somehow nursing wasn’t as glamorous as I imagined it would be. But failing nursing was a blessing for it led me to more books – I got a job in a university library!

  4. Oh my gosh. The scholastic book order forms. I’d completely forgotten about those. I loved ordering and then the excitement when the arrived. Pure magic.

    We also had an awesome library. Great post. Books are wonderful. Thanks for these memories.

  5. I was raised by my grandparents and I do not recall either of them reading a book. I do remember at times sitting out on the deck, knee deep in a novel and my grandfather asking what I was doing. Like you, it just wasn’t their thing.

    I am like them in a lot of ways but I’m happy I did not take up their lack of reading skills. Reading and writing is my thing. My wife and I have passed it down to our daughters so we’re on the right track.

    Excellent post. Thank you.

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