OK, so we’ve licked the honey off the page to guarantee a sweet association with reading.  But now, at 11 or 12 or 13, you’re way past needing artificial sweeteners and by now have discovered that the real sweetness is in the act of reading itself.

The Black Stallion (all of them!);
The Black Tanker and other books by Howard Pease;
Treasure Island;
Hardy Boys (all of them!);
David Starr, Space Ranger and other books by Isaac Asamov

And so many other wonderful books that drew me in and transported me to other worlds.  Mostly I read to myself, by myself.  But there were times, especially with my older, girl cousin, when we would read “together.”  We’d lie on the floor and she’d read her book and I’d read mine.  I don’t remember that we talked much about what we were reading, but there was something quite magical in being in the same place at the same time and just reading.

Do you have memories of reading with a friend or relative and when that was enough?