One of the great privileges of my life was growing up in a house without books.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I can't imagine my life without books. My father was an electrical engineer, and my mother was a public school teacher. Books were an integral part of my childhood.
I grew up in a house with very few books.
The only book in our home was the Bible. My parents forbade books. They thought I needed help because I wanted to be a writer!
When I was growing up, my house was filled with books. My mother was an educator, and my father was a history buff, so our home was a virtual library, covering every author from Beverly Cleary to James Michener.
I grew up in a completely bookless household. It was my father's boast that he had never read a book from end to end.
I came from a home where everybody had a book.
I don't live in books, but, boy, have books amplified my life.
I cannot live without books.
I always knew that I wanted to live with books, even as a child, because we traveled a lot. Home was the book to which I came back every evening.
Books were this wonderful escape for me because I could open a book and disappear into it, and that was the only way out of that house when I was a kid.