Today’s Book Blogger Hop question is: When did you first know you’re truly a bookworm? Did you lose sleep over a novel?
I think I’ve always known I was a bookworm…? My parents took me to the library weekly since I was toddler-age, and I memorized The Berenstain Bears and the Spooky Old Tree before I could actually read (so I count it as the first book I ever “read”). I had a book bag all through my childhood that I’d bring home full of books from the library every week. So this dates back!
Reading was so normalized that I don’t know if there was a point when I realized not everybody read this much. Probably somewhere in elementary school, I imagine, when I noticed the divide between people who liked sports and people who liked books (I’m sure some people cross over but the two camps seemed clear to me at age ten!) Ironically, perhaps, my clearest memory that should have told me I was unusually fond of reading is of reading a book (!) where the kids got points for prizes for each page they read. I was politely incredulous of the very low numbers of pages they were reading and counting as good…
I can’t say I really lose sleep over books. I stayed up late recently to find out the ending of The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, but the previous book I can distinctly recall staying up late reading was Jane Eyre, five years earlier. And I don’t lie awake thinking about books in a worrying or angsting kind of way. One thing I like about books is that they don’t make me feel that way!
When did you discover you were a bookworm? Do other people often lose sleep over books?