I've loved books since my parents read them to me as a baby. Caps for Sale, Love You Forever, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. I loved them all. Stories with Mummy made bedtime special. Abba would sit at the library with me for hours, surrounded by the elusive smell coming off of more picture books than we could ever read.
Skip ahead a few years to kindergarten. I was not among the ranks of early readers in my peer group. I still loved being read to, it was an irreplaceable form of quality time, and I saw no need to read on my own.
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