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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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 don't remember any of his ladies being bookish. So I was entirely dependent on my schoolteachers for my early reading with the exception of 'The Wind in the Willows,' which a stepmother read to me when I was in hospital.
I read a book a day when I was a kid. My family was not literary; we did not have any books in the house.
I grew up in a house with very few books.
One of the great privileges of my life was growing up in a house without books.
I was an early reader, and my grandmother, who as a child had been forbidden to read by a father who believed books to be frivolous time-wasters, delighted in putting her favorite volumes into her grandchildren's hands.
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!
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.
I personally, as a teenager, didn't like books I felt were trying to preach to me... I did not believe in happy endings. I wanted to read books which reflected life as I thought I knew it.
My father was a tyrant about reading, and that put me off books when I was little.
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.