For me, the book that first truly captivated me was “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott. It was the first book that made me cry, the first book that made me laugh out loud, and the first book I ever received in hardcover with a dust jacket. I had read many books before “Little Women”, but I had never been so drawn into the story, so lost in another world.
The copy I was given also had “Little Men” and some of Alcott’s short stories, and I read through them all. I had fallen in love with reading. With stories. With the work of an author. A book, words written on a page, had compelled me to feel and to respond in laughter and tears.
The beauty of literature, of good writing, is that it doesn’t merely entertain, it transports. Often as a child, I spent many afternoons being transported. As an adult, I don’t spend quite as many afternoons adrift on the opens seas of literature, but I try to squeeze in as many as I can.
Do you remember THAT book? The one that captured your attention so fully you nearly drowned in it? The one that makes you smile when you remember it because it was the one that made you fall in love with reading?