Reading is one of my great loves. It is something that gratefully was passed down from my dad. From the time I can remember I would read whatever I could get my hands on. When I was young it was the Baby-Sitter Club series, when I was in my twenties it was LDS fiction, then I moved on to Mary Higgins Clark mysteries, and controversial Jodi Picoult novels. Somewhere along the way I even started to enjoy self-help books.
Reading in itself seems to be a solitary experience and for most I suppose it is. For me now and growing up it was much more than that. It became a social interaction between me and those that I loved. My dad’s idea of a good time was to wander Barnes and Noble for hours. He’d come home with a pile of books every time. When I was younger I only remember him buying huge biographies about people, and books about ancient scripture; things that seemed completely snooze worthy. Now when I visit home I see fantasy and science fiction books lying all over the place.
Growing up I can always remember my dad asking me what I was reading. I would reluctantly tell him the title and what it was about. He would flip through it and scan the pages. I never really knew if it was because he was really interested or if he was just making sure it was appropriate. Now that I do the same thing with my daughter I realize that it is both. She has also inherited a love for books and always has at least one lying around.
For as long as I can remember reading has been my night time ritual. It is my escape, my relaxation, and my enjoyment. There is nothing better to me than a good book. I recall my childhood room and laying in bed reading at night. Besides being an avid reader I am also addicted to candy. Lying in bed with a book and something sweet to eat is the story of my life. When I was a little girl I remember the jolly rancher wrappers all over the floor when I was done, the occasional Doritos bag, and Chick-o-Sticks. I’d walk to Ben Franklin and spend my change on candy for my reading time. Somehow food and reading perfectly complements each other for a sublime experience.
As I got older the world discovered Harry Potter and this contributed to the social aspect of my families reading habits. All of the sudden everyone was reading the same book. We were asking each other what part of the book we were on, and then there was my Dad. He didn’t revel in a book and take his time, he plowed through it! I didn’t live at home during the Harry Potter frenzy, but I know my Dad would buy the book and no one could touch it until he was done reading it. Luckily for my brother and sister that usually only took a day. By the time the last few books had come out they would just pre-order two or three.
When I would see my family we would talk about the books. Whether we liked it or not, what we think about the ending, what we think will happen next, and so on and so forth. My dad was the ultimate critic and I would usually walk away thinking about a book a little more carefully than I had at first. Later the Fablehaven series came out, and the conversation would be about that. I can recall going home and talking to my dad about the latest book and when the next one was coming out. 
Then there were the movies, the DREADFUL movies that would try to retell the stories in our beloved books. There were the Harry Potter movies, and Twilight, none of which accurately captured the books. My family then would pick apart the movies piece by piece. What was left out, what was different, and what could have been done to make it better. Now we anxiously await the Hunger Games movie and hope that it can capture the story that was told.
My dad and I don’t often find a whole lot to talk about but books are something we share a love for. As he has become ill in the past few years I realize that this love for reading is something I will always treasure because of him and it will be something that will always live on after he is gone. It has shown me what I can create in my family and share with my children. It is something that has created a bond through those of us who love to read. It is a family ritual that has brought us together while also being done in solitude.
Although I have to search a lot harder now for time to read it is still one of my favorite things. Knowing that I can curl up in a blanket and read a good book is something that is very comfortable and familiar to me. Wherever a book can take me is where my imagination will go. And as long as there is something sweet, salty, or crunchy to eat next to me then life is good.
