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!
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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."
  4. 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.
  5. 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!
  6. 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!
  7. 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.