The magic of books – Just call me Jack

The magic of books – Just call me Jack

  It’s difficult to convey in words what books mean to me, but since it’s Write or Die Wednesday I suppose I’ll have to try. My earliest memory of books is reading Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs & Ham, over and over and over again, until I knew the words by heart and could recite them, line by rhyming line, like a prayer.  In some ways, it kind of was a prayer.  It was the first book of (relatively) significant length that I had ever read, and the fact that I, an ESL kid who up until recently could hardly even speak or comprehend English properly, could read this book and understand everything, was a personal miracle.  I remember relishing in that little triumph, borrowing that book from the library and keeping it beside me even as I...

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