I fully admit that there could be recency bias here, seeing as I just finished it about 15 minutes before writing this. Some were short - God bless Jocko Willink’s Way of the Warrior Kid - and some were brutally long and rich in detail - hello, Shantaram. Some were fiction - Chronicles of Narnia! - many were non-fiction. Thirty years later, reading is still preceding my writing. I had never written anything for that age group before, so I did my best to emulate one of the greatest to do it. I picked that up for a number of reasons, one of them being that I love Lewis’ work, the other that it put me in the right frame of mind to write a youth book of my own: Volleyball for Milkshakes. Sometimes I still catch that can’t-put-it-down book. As a kid, so engrossed was I in Harry Potter that, when my mom would turn the lights off around 9:30 or 10, I’d sneak to the bathroom, turn the light on, hop back in bed, and use the light from the bathroom to read until my mom, exasperated - how do you punish a child for breaking a curfew…reading? - would turn the light back off and tell me to get some sleep. My love for writing was preceded, as it goes with most writers, by my love for reading books. If you’re reading this blog, you probably already knew that.
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