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!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
Books were in my family - books were my family.
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.
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.
My first four books were not published because nobody wanted them. They were adult books, not kids' 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.
I came from a home where everybody had a book.
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 read a book a day when I was a kid. My family was not literary; we did not have any books in the house.