For as long as I can remember, I have loved books. In fact, all writers I know have the same passion. We love to read, read, read! As a child I never imagined that one day I would be writing books. It was such a pleasure to visit the public library and the bookmobile and borrow books that I never dreamed of more.
We had a small school library in my elementary school and I read all of the biographies, all of the adventures, and many of the nonfiction titles. It was always a special treat to receive a new book as a gift for a birthday or holiday. I still have those first books – the ones I read again and again, studying the art, memorizing the poems, cheering for the underdogs.
Today I still read books whenever and wherever I can – on our porch, in my office, curled up on the sofa, and always on airplanes. Now I not only read for pleasure (I will never stop reading for entertainment), but I also read like a writer. I watch how other authors build suspense, introduce a character or paint pictures with words. Reading is fuel for my writing. I can’t imagine one without the other.