Once Upon A Semester Dreary

I remember the days when  I read simply because I loved to!  Then, I read because I was supposed to, and I still loved it!

Finally it happened.  It was no longer enough to read something and enjoy it.  I had to read it and see it through the eyes of another person, a person who seemed to draw no joy from it at all.

Always before, if I liked it I told my dad what I liked and we talked about it.  Dad would fill in all the bits and pieces surrounding it and everything came alive!

That changed when I went away to college.

Suddenly I was too far away from home to talk to my father about what I was reading every night.  What had been recreation and fun, became drab and dreary.  To me that meant I hated all these novelists and playwrights and so, I missed out on generations of good writing.

What a shame that was, but what a vast treasure trove of reading it left for these years in my life!  Once again I have someone to set the stage and once again, I am loving what I read!

Who knows what will come next!