Day Four: Books #Blogflash2013

When I was eight what I wanted most in the entire world was a Barbie.

My father wanted me to put down toys and read a book. He meant academic books,

the kind to get me ahead in school.

He didn’t buy me a doll. My mother had no money of her own but she did have a car.

She took us to the library every week. I was a reader long before I ever became a writer.

 

 

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