TSS: The Books My Mother Gave Me
I am a reader.
I am a mother.
I am a daughter.
Mostly, I am the first and second, simply, because I am the last. I often think about the ways in which my mom has influenced my life and, honestly, my reading. From the very beginning, she gave me books and read to me what she was reading. She not so much encouraged reading in her daughters, but, more so, offered it up as a way of life. It was, simply, like brushing teeth in our house.
From Stella Luna and Alphabears to the Celestine Prophecy and Maisie Dobbs, I know that, every time I read a book, I feel a connection to my mom.
Though we don’t always overlap in our reading tastes (I’m more neo-noir and she’s a bit more campy crime, to put it in the most simple terms) we share thoughts and opinions on the books we’ve read, better than most bloggers I know.
A Cornell engineer cum divinity school grad, my mom has a seriously wide range in terms of interest. I can’t claim the same as a political science geek, who is a little far gone on the bizarre literary fiction spectrum. I will say, though, that because of, rather in spite of our varying interests, we seem to have always come together on a literary level.
As I pass on my love of reading to a new generation, my son and my still-gestating little one, I wonder what kind of readers they will become. What I know is this: whether they read comic books, the news paper, chick-lit or philosophy, I only care that they do read, not what they read. For that, I have my mommy to thank.