I’ve had a passage stuck in my head since I finished, but it has nothing to do with Wesley or Buttercup or Inigo Montoya. It appears very early in the book–page 9, in my edition–and it’s about reading.
The author, William Goldman, says of his 10-year-old self:
Who can know when his world is going to change? …. Even a week later I was not aware of what had begun that night, the doors that were slamming shut while others slid into the clear. Perhaps I should have at least known something, but maybe not; who can sense revelation in the wind?
What happened was just this: I got hooked on the story.
For the first time in my life, I became actively interested in a BOOK. Me the sports fanatic, me the game freak, me the only ten-year-old in Illinois with a hate on the alphabet wanted to know WHAT HAPPENED NEXT.
Ah, how I relate to this. I can tell you the first time I got hooked on the story: it was Emily of New Moon: the first book I finished under the covers with a flashlight at 2:00 a.m., because I wanted to know what happened next.
My husband will tell you The Firm was the book that made him a reader. He’d liked books before, but this was the first one he couldn’t put down.
I’ve watched my kids get hooked on the story, too. My son fell in love with reading when he found The Magic Tree House series. (It doesn’t have the caché of the classics, but since he loves to read and his taste is pretty good these days, I’ll take it.)
My daughter blossomed into a reader before my eyes when she found the American Girl historical books. She started Meet Felicity as a weak reader but finished the six-book series a strong one, motivated to struggle through because she needed to know what happened next.
I’d like to think every devoted reader can point back to the book that first hooked them. Is it true? You tell me.
What was the book that got you hooked on the story?