I suppose one of my favourite books that I read as a kid was The Chrysalids. Of course I’m not talking about being a toddler or anything. It was probably grade nine when I read this. I wasn’t doing well in high school. It was a rough time in my life for many reasons and going to school didn’t seem to be that relevant. However, even though I missed most of the english classes that assigned the book to read, I still read the book. I couldn’t put it down. That was probably the first time that ever happened to me. My reading before then had mainly consisted of comics.
It’s odd that I didn’t read much before grade nine seeing that my mom was a voracious reader. I guess I just didn’t have the attention span. I credit The Chrysalids with changing that all for me. Of course it took a few more years to change my habit of avoiding school, but once I got that in check the memory of that great trip with The Chrysalids stayed with me.
