I was in the third grade, and I had recently entered a drawing contest promoting-you guessed it-reading. I discovered Emberley’s books in my elementary school library right around the time that I was losing confidence in my ability to draw. Ed Emberley’s books, in which he teaches kids how to draw practically anything, were definitely on the very top of my pile of books that never got dusty at all. So of course some of my all-time favorite books were the ones that showed you how to make stuff. In fact, I much preferred making things to reading books. But more often than not, if I wasn’t hooked by page two, I would (probably unfairly) close the book and add it to my pile of unread books collecting dust on my bedside table.
And oh, yeah- The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. By the time I was in the third grade, the hooky books in my collection were those by Beverly Cleary and Judy Blume and Laura Ingalls Wilder. I looked for books that hooked me after the first two pages or so. I liked reading, and even had quite a few favorite books, but I was picky. It wasn’t that I hated to read or anything drastic like that. I didn’t read for pleasure very much when I was a kid.
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