This year I enjoyed reading books like
the Cookie Monster eats cookies.
Reading has always been fun, but I
think what really sparked this adventure was the institution of a new
policy and reading a book that was sitting on my shelf for almost
eight years.
Before I tell you about the book and
the policy, I want to tell you the story of a cute little boy with
dark hair and dazzling brown eyes. This heroic lad would impress
ladies at the check-out counter because “he had such beautiful
brown eyes!” In fact, if you have a chance to talk with this fellow
about it today, his look will become wistful and he will wish that he
got a dollar every time someone said that; because, he thinks, he would
now be a millionaire.
However, as dashing as this young chap
was, all his charm would fade when Valentine's Day would come around.
Why? Because fear gripped his heart at the idea of writing a
Valentine's Day card. It was not fear of girls, nor was it shyness or
disdain. What made our hero quake was the fact that he could not
write.
It was not the letters; oh, he knew the
alphabet backwards. It was spelling. He could not spell or even read.
He was dyslexic. Being dyslexic is hard. You don't always think
sentences in order. You mess up math very easily. You make friends
for their reading skills. (Okay, I'll admit it, the “you” here is
me.)
I am dyslexic, and I love books. In
other words, I am a silversmith without a hand. I am a painter
without use of arms. I am a deaf composer.
Fortunately, there are two heroes in
this story: my mom and dad. They decided to homeschool their little
ruffian and spend painful hours they could have spent much more
pleasantly slowly teaching their boy. I do not use the term hero
lightly for my mom and dad who gave hours upon hours encouraging,
helping, and loving. It makes me tear-up just thinking about it...
I still don't honestly know when it is
“normal” for kids to start reading. I was 11 when it finally
clicked. I was struggling to read Dr Seuss, but even so, I decided
that I was going to conquer a chapter of the Hardy Boys. Reading is
still slow work for me, and audiobooks are my friends. But despite it
all, it is worth it.
So all these years later, let me tell
you about a book that I doubt you'd like: Caesar’s War
Commentaries. I paid a buck for it at a library sale. It is somewhat
dull. I had to force myself to read ten or so pages a night, but
one night it hit me. Although the battles, places, and people
involved were just a blur of names and dates, there had to be a reason
that Caesar wrote this book. I began to look for it, and I was
shocked at how clear it became. He was writing to those still in Rome
to remind them that he existed, that he loved Rome, that he fought
for justice, and that he was always loyal to his friends it was his
public relations strategy. He could fit in here, in Washington D.C.
At that moment history became alive. I
cannot believe in the idea that man has “progressed” because we
have Caesars today. Although 2,000 years have passed, only technology
has changed.
The books I read now have more meaning.
Each book, regardless of author or setting, tells me more about my
world, about me.
This inspired me to institute a simple
loose policy, namely: take turns. Read a non-fiction book, then read
a fiction book. It is a simple little rule, but it creates variety,
spice, depth, and knowledge.
I can read about Pearl Harbor one week,
Percy Jackson the next; the lives of Margaret Thatcher and the
Hunchback of Notre Dame; the violence of Plutarch's Lives alongside
the violence of the Hunger Games; a biography of Jesus contrasted
with Teddy Roosevelt’s autobiography; I can read about Ender's Game
and a rule book to a new board game!
(Okay, maybe that last one is a
stretch, but hey, it's reading!)
The point is that reading may be hard
for me, but like many other good things in this life, with the pain
comes gain.
Do you like to read? What is the best
book you've read in the last six months?
-Jeremiah Lorrig