I still have fuzzy memories of pulling stacks of children’s books off of the shelf and plopping them onto the couch where I would read them one by one, every night. I was tiny, but reading was a very important part of my school curriculum, so I was exposed to lots of reading from an early age. I loved the fun books we had on our shelves, and so I grew to love reading.
As I got a little older, reading became more tedious. To me it was a chore, like the rest of my school, and there were other things I would have rather been doing. I remember being bored with my assigned reading (though the memory appalls me now!)
Luckily for me, I got sick one chilly November when I was ten years old. With nothing else to do, I picked up Redwall by Brian Jacques. It was one of my older brother’s favorite books, and I had watched the cartoon TV series and loved it. Redwall was wonderful, but as I had already seen the show, it wasn’t anything new to me.
However, a few weeks later, I moved on to the next book in the series: Mossflower. This was the book that really did me in. I don’t remember devouring a book so quickly or loving it so much! The suspense of the story gripped me, and the adventurous tale utterly stirred me. I still remember solemnly declaring that it was “the best book in the world” after I had finished it.
That was where it really began. That was when I learned about the magic that books had to offer. It was transformative. Mossflower was “the book” that became the portal I stepped through into the enchanted world of literature, and I’ve always been grateful to Brian Jacques for opening that up to me.
Needless to say, it wasn’t long after reading Mossflower that I developed an interest in writing. But that’s another story for another day!