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Dear Reader,
I'm on vacation. Today's column is written by Jennifer Grant.
Jennifer was one of the winners of the "Write a Dear Reader Contest." She is a library technician at The William T. Coppell Public Library, in Coppell, Texas. Jennifer said, her mother, who's a librarian, used to tell this story over and over again when she was a kid.
Congratulations, Jennifer. Hundreds of people entered and my staff picked the two winning entries. I'm grateful to everyone who submitted a column.
My husband and I will be wandering around the Blue Ridge Mountains for the next 10 days. If you see me, be sure to say hello.
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Warm regards,
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
www.DearReader.com
Today's guest column is written by Jennifer Grant.
Like many people who read this column, I love books and started reading voraciously when I was in elementary school. However, my fascination with books started even earlier.
Even before I could read, I had a healthy appetite for books. That's not a metaphor. When I was a baby I used to eat books.
At bedtime my mom liked to read a Winnie-the-Pooh picture book to me. Well, she read it to me until the day she caught me with a mouthful of pulp. Her favorite 32-page book had only six pages left.
After my first taste of book, I tried to eat others, but my mom figured out my dining schedule. She would stick her finger in my mouth and swipe the paper out before I could get it juicy. She would also catch me gumming the covers of books and take them away before I could warp the cardboard with my plenteous baby saliva.
When she tired of my game, my mom put me on a no-book, no-paper diet. She gave me lots of "teething books" that she could wash after my snack time. One of these chew-proof books also had a noise device inside, so every jaw contraction produced a little squeak. The noise alerted my mom that I was craving books again.
Luckily, once my teeth grew in, I stopped my book feasts. My mom allowed me to look at paper books again, and I have never stopped.
Thanks for eating-err, reading-with me, too.
--Jennifer Grant / "Write a Dear Reader Winner"
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