The Times I Got In Trouble for Reading Books
I admit, I was a book thief! I've loved to read since I was a wee little one, but somehow kept getting into hot water for it!
- •I stole a book in preschool because I wanted to read it again- at home.It had really cute pastel colored pictures. I don't even remember the title, but I still remember the adorable Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls in it. I also remember having to take the book back, head hanging in shame.
- •I stole a hamster book in elementary school.It had a hamster as the main character. The illustrations were amazing, so amazing, in fact, I walked right out of the library with it. The librarian was so happy I wanted to hang out in the library and read during recess, she kindly showed me the proper check out procedure that I had ignored.
- •I got in trouble for reading Stephen King books in middle school.I constantly got into trouble with Mom for this. I believe she may have called them "devil books." I hid them under my bed and would pull them out and read them when I was "doing homework."
- •My older brother was supposed to read The Sun Also Rises in 11th grade so I stole it from him and read it in when I was in 9th grade.I don't think he ever read the book. I think he got Cliff Notes instead. He returned the book late and was charged a significant late fee. My fault! But after that, he stole money from me, so I think we were even.
- •I borrowed Huckleberry Finn and never returned it.Yep. Still a book thief in high school. I don't even remember what grade I was in when I had to read it!
- •For an independent reading project in 10th grade, I chose to read Silence of the Lambs.My teacher thought I was weird, and said I chose an inappropriate book for my New York Times Bestseller book review project. I mean, it IS about a serial killer! But she admitted, in the end, that she liked my NY Times style lit review writing. Ah ha!
- •I finally stopped stealing books my senior year in high school.I am grateful to the teachers and librarians who encouraged my reading, especially during my book thief years. I'll never forget my French teacher who didn't bat an eye when I told her I wanted to read ALL of Madame Bovary, en français, in my fifth year of French study. I actually returned the book I borrowed, bien sûr! That marked the end of my thieving.