The following is an excerpt from an article I wrote for EclecticPond Theatre Company in honor of Banned Books Week (September 21-27). For the entire thing, visit ETC’s blog here.
Those who know me well know that I am just a little passionate about words. Not perfect; oh goodness, no! But passionate. I have run out of bookshelves in my home, which is convenient because I’m running out of places in my house to put bookshelves. Reading is practically a religious experience. The passage of time eludes me. I become surly when interrupted. In my past, the odd class or two has been skipped to finish a novel (my sincerest apologies to any professors and my parents if you happen to be reading this, and to the students of today, I do not advise following my example). I have a strong opinion on the Oxford comma (favorable, of course). I regularly stand up in front of strangers while wearing odd clothes and recite words written hundreds of years ago.
My name is Kate, and I am a story addict.
I know I’m not alone in this. In fact, I could (but won’t) name several of my companions who share this glorious affliction. And so, my friends, my comrades, I say to you and to all of the rising bookworms of the future,