100 posts. Yea for me!! I had a quick conversation last night at dinner, that I'm sure I've had with several people during my lifetime, but it always manages to make me pause for a second. We were talking about books, and I asked K what kind of books she likes to read. Her answer was something along the lines of "Well I've only recently really started to read much. I never read as a kid. I hated it." I've never understood that. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not being judgemental and saying she was wrong for feeling that way as a kid, I'm just saying it's something I don't understand. If reading was hard for someone as a child, like it was something they struggled with in school, then I understand not liking to read. Just not liking it because it doesn't interest someone, that is what I don't understand. My childhood was filled with books. My aunt worked for the Little Brown publishing company and so almost on a regular basis we were sent boxed filled with new books to read. And my sisters and I were regulars at our local library. In fact my older sister has grown up to be a librarian. I discovered Ben Gunn with Jim Hawkins. I was friends with all the girls in the Baby-Sitter's Club. I would get in trouble with Brother and Sister Bear and their Cousin Fred. I lived with Cimorene in the dragon's den. And I braved the prairie with Laura Ingalls. I can't imagine a childhood without books.