My Alma mater was books, a good library... I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother brought us to the library every week, and I read a lot. That's what kept me company. I went from school to school, but there was always reading.
I can clearly trace my passion for reading back to the Jonesboro, Georgia, library, where, for the first time in my life, I had access to what seemed like an unlimited supply of books.
Both my mum and dad were great readers, and we would go every Saturday morning to the library, and my sister and I had a library card when we could pass off something as a signature, and all of us would come with an armful of books.
It's nice to work with your own alma mater.
When I was young, my parents had a library in our living room. I was always free to browse and read.
I couldn't go to college, so I went to the library three days a week for 10 years.
And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.
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 discovered reading through libraries. I grew up in a house that wasn't brimming with books.
Books were the window from which I looked out of a rather meager and decidedly narrow room onto a rich and wonderful universe. I loved the look and feel of books, even the smell... Libraries were treasure houses. I always entered them with a slight thrill of disbelief that all their endless riches were mine for the borrowing.
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