Genetic reading

I love to read. Ben loves to read. Samantha’s favorite thing to do is read. So I wonder, is a love of reading genetic?

I fondly remember going to the bookstore with Mummy & Dadz on a Saturday morning in Guyana. What a treat it was to pick out a book and take it home and spend the rest of the afternoon exploring the world of Enid Blyton or Nancy Drew. Even in my early teenage years, I can recall lazy Sunday afternoons where I sat in the hammock I’d rigged high up (very high up) in a tree in our house in New Providence, doing nothing but reading. Pure bliss.

What a treasure and legacy to have passed on to Samantha. We go to the library weekly and she picks out a stack of books – always with a theme. One week it was all dinosaur books. Another it was all about trees. Here she is reading a stack of Magic Schoolhouse books…

And today reading one of several Roald Dahl books (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) that she borrowed from the library.

I think that her Auntie Rach is going to love this!!!