I’ve decided to do a thing!
Many people know about NaNoWriMo, but not everyone knows about NaBloPoMo. (Click here if you think I’m speaking gibberish). As you might imagine from the name, NaBloPoMo is a NaNoWriMo for bloggers. And that I am.
I attempted to participate in NaNoWriMo during one of my college years, and I lasted about 3 days. Now that I have come to terms with the fact that I am no novelist, I have decided to do NaBloPoMo instead! Basically what you can expect from me is a blog post every day during the month of November (which, by the way, happens to be the best month, because I was born during it. Also Thanksgiving). I will attempt to post a new blog each day – something to do with books, of course – and it will be fun! Yay!
For my first post, I’m going to tell a quick story about the first book in my life, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Now I’m not exactly sure if it was actually the first book in my life, but it was the first one I remember. And I remembered all of it.
The reason why this book is so important is because it gained me the title “Baby Book Reader,” bestowed upon me by my mother. There is a home video of me as a young child (much too young to be able to actually read The Very Hungry Caterpillar) reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar aloud. If YouTube had existed at this time, the video would probably be titled something like “Baby reading Eric Carle,” or “Adorable girl reads book,” or you know, maybe just “Baby Book Reader.” What’s funny about it is that I had heard the story read aloud so many times that I had just memorized it, even down to the page turns. So even though I clearly wasn’t a Baby Book Reader, my mother was quite the prophet, because I obviously would later live up to the title.
This is the first book I remember – not that I actually remember ever doing this, but I remember watching the video at a later time. And now this book is one of my cherished childhood favorites. I thought it appropriate to talk about it on the first day of NaBloPoMo. Let me know if you are participating, and what your cherished childhood books are!
“In the light of the moon, little egg lay on a leaf…”
Rose Read 