Thank you so much Donna for sharing your words and photos with us today. I appreciate you filling in while I am traveling with my book!!
My House That Books Built
By: Donna Martin
When I was a young girl, I lived for books. I learned to read at the tender age of four, and I soon learned that a good book was like having a magic carpet that could whisk me away to magical lands. I couldn’t wait until summer when my town library’s reading program would allow me to take home as many books as my little arms could carry. I even won my first literary award at the age of 10 when I wrote an essay about why I loved America. I won first place. I received the book, Misty Of Chincoteague, by Marguerite Henry. It had my name engraved on the book plate and I still cherish that book today.
While Hansel and Gretel may have wanted to live in a house made of candy, I dreamt of a home made from books. To surround myself with the things I loved most in the world would have been a fantasy come true.
As I grew older I would be able to write my own stories at my desk made of books. Maybe they would help inspire me to great literary works of art? I would just have to be careful that I didn’t use any reference books for the legs!
Even my art would speak of my love for books. Old friends, once vibrant and lively, could be recycled into something new. It would speak to the world that the written word can truly be a thing of beauty.
And when at last the child in me had tired from a day of reading I could lie down to rest. I would know that the things I cherish most in this life, my books, would be there to greet me when I awake. Oh, the sweet dreams I would have in my house that books built.
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