I fell in love with reading when I was about 12. I picked up one of my grandfather’s cowboy books and that started it. England had a very good system of public libraries. I borrowed the library cards of members of my family and was reading about 14 books a week. I soon exhausted the children’s section and was allowed to borrow from the adult section. I think the librarians were fascinated by my diligence. They sent to other libraries to get books I asked for.
I took every course I could find on speed reading and memory development. I could read a 300 page book in about 3 hours with a high degree of comprehension. I had an almost photographic recall closing my eyes I could visualize the page. I used to read the dictionary to expand my vocabulary.
I still read at my advanced age. Amazon is my delight — one click and a book is mine. Two years ago I developed cataracts in both eyes. The surgeon said don’t strain your eyes trying to read. What can I do. Listen to music and take long walks.
The joy when I could read again. At one time I tried to meet authors of books that impressed me but found many authors were less interesting than their books. Some authors asked me to collaborate on a new book. I always declined. The only person I would like to read my book never would. My son has never shared my fondness reading.
