Read More Books

Life Lesson Number 7: Read More Books

Leisure reading is an activity that has fallen by the wayside in the hustle and bustle of our modern world. We all have hectic lives. Our spare time is consumed with Facebook and video games. Before I retired, I worked with several students that claimed they had never cracked a textbook. They reported that they had trouble with the written word. There is only one cure for this lack of reading disease. Read more books.

Rooster claims I have a reading addiction. I can’t walk past a bookstore without taking home a stack of books. My husband says he worries about the foundation of the house because the weight of my books is causing permanent damage. I will admit I have more books than I can read in this lifetime, but I ignore his argument about the house’s foundation. My books couldn’t weigh more than the refrigerator. Could they?

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When I was a child, I struggled to become a reader. The problem didn’t center around a lack of adults to read to me. My mother loved to read. She was a deaf woman with a sixth-grade education, but she stumbled across the job of reading. I know letters existed on the page that formed words that meant something. When I was very young, I was good at faking it. There was no problem with my memory. Read me a book twice, and I could repeat the content back word for word. People thought I was reading.

My big issue happened when I got to school. We moved around a lot during my first-grade year. It wasn’t simply a matter of switching houses. My family lived in three different states in one year. I slipped through the cracks, and everyone thought I would catch up. Then came third grade, and I had a problem. Those words on the page didn’t make sense. I couldn’t spell. And forget about punctuation and diagramming sentences.

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I had a fifth-grade teacher who said this is ridiculous. She called my mother for a conference and suggested I participate in an experimental program  IU was developing for kids with my problem. This testing happened in the early days when they started trying to develop ways to teach kids with dyslexia. They didn’t develop an educational plan, but when I entered the sixth grade, my teacher started finding different ways to help me learn.  

Seating in those old days was done in alphabetical order. My name started with a W that placed me at the back of the room. Mr. Gooding moved me to the front row, which made all the difference. I still struggle, but by the seventh grade, I could read.

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The next hurdle I jumped over happened the day I discovered the library. I could check out books that kids in the lower grades read without embarrassment. Charollet’s Web by E.B.  White showed me what I’d been missing. A Tree Grows In Brooklyn changed my life because I could relate to the characters.

A person who reads has a better understanding of life. I want to courage everyone to pick up a book and start reading. There is no way you can write if you don’t have the experience of books in your life. It is how we learn the craft because it is the only school we can attend that can show us how the process is done. Reading is part of putting in the work. 

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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7 thoughts on “Read More Books

  1. What an interesting and poignant story. My mother-in-law was dyslexic. She grew up in a time when such conditions were not understood. Even as an adult, it took her a long time to read, but she always read books and newspapers.

    1. I thin Dyslexia is still a mystery. The one thing I’ve discovered is that it comes to us later than it does to other people, but once we get it we’re good.

  2. Wow, you got fortunate you received literacy teachings and help with reading.

    I struggled with reading when I was younger but I never had a diagnosis. Some of the problems I had as a kid still happen today.

    Unfortunately, a lot of kids breeze through the school system and never adequately learn comprehension and never were tested for issues because their parents were embarrassed about having a “r*tarded,” slow, or embarrassing kid…funnily, when dyslexics learn how to understand words, they read very well. Yet, being broken, mentally ill, mentally challenged, makes them a burden and they kinda just ignore their kid and don’t advocate for them.

    I could read small books as a child and really enjoyed reading until I stopped. I struggle to read books nowadays and when I was six, I was never given any help. My mom tells me about my potential, but it sounds like since I wasn’t easy or just did things good, she just gave up on me. My other sister amounted to more in life than I and graduated third or fourth in her early college class, graduated early with a 3.9 (because of one class), and has research while I draw good enough and post on a blog occasionally, still am in college, and can’t focus.

    I really don’t want to blame my mom because she could only do so much and she works a lot and my dad decided not to take care of his health and made things worse…but it feels like if I just had an advocate or I could just explain what was going on with me. I suck at reading. I really want to read and I try so hard but I can’t focus or there’s just something about it that won’t let me finish. I don’t understand it. I read half of 20,000 leagues under the sea and really enjoyed it but then stopped. I just couldn’t finish it. Meanwhile, my sister reads a lot more than me.

    My younger sister reads more and so does my mom. I just don’t get what’s wrong with me. I just want to read books and enjoy them.😣 I wanna live that world.

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