Then: I learned to read when I was 4 years old when sitting in the big black Naugahyde vinyl rocking chair with my mom and older sister who was the one who was actually learning to read. I just “got it”. I was all about reading Hop on Pop by…
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To the tune of Thrift Store, apparently: “I read my grandma’s books…they smell incredible! This one’s from the 40’s, these are all old stories, but they’re pretty awesome…” Katie John The Boxcar Children Brighty of the Grand Canyon The Mystery of the Caramel Cat A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Bad Beginning…
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Growing Up with Books: A Fun Adventure Reading isn’t just a hobby; it’s a ticket to endless adventures and a trusty guide as we grow up. From the first time we crack open a book, stories become our friends and teachers, showing us life’s wonders and lessons. Books are like…