All Night Read Club
Sadly, I wasn’t an avid reader growing up. I mentioned before that art was so much a part of my life. I’d rather have drawn a picture from my head with a pencil and paper than read the classics that didn’t really connect with me from ages 13 on.
But I recall the one summer when I moved to a new town and didn’t have any new friends before the new school year, and my aunt gave me a stack of V.C. Andrews books.
And that’s when I discovered the All Night Read.
I opened those books and was thrust into a world of dark secrets and suspense. My heart would actually ache for the characters and the horrible things they had to face.
I would go to bed with a book, intending on falling asleep soon after, when my mind would race with the story and each turn of the page. I didn’t want to--couldn’t--put the book down to rest.
Yep, I would feel my eyes droop, my mind grow fuzzy, but I would blink and shift until I could find out what happened next. Not until in the early hours of the morning, and I read the last page, would I set the book aside and finally fall asleep.
Today as an adult, I still do the All Night Reads.
Sometimes, I can’t stop myself. If the story is pulling me along, I don’t want to stop until I reach the end.
Believe me, I pay for it the next day! But a great story is worth it.
Raise your hand if you’ve joined the All Night Read Club!