The Magician's Gift
Way way back in the long ago times of my youth I wanted to read. I know, what kid wants to read? But I did. First, I read comic books: The Amazing Spider-Man , The Uncanny X-Men and a few others my local supermarket carried. This was long before I'd even heard of a comic book shop or knew what treasures could be found in book stores. While my mother was an avid read, she spent more time sharing her pulp romance books through friends than perusing the aisles of the local B. Dalton's . My grandmother, also a reader, would travel to the local used bookstore and buy her crime thrillers and horror novels. As far as I knew my father never read anything but the newspaper and none of my brothers were pleasure readers, either. No one ever introduced me to bookstores before I made the conscious decision to read a book, nor comic book stores or any other specialty shops until I was a little older and driving myself around where I could determine my own agenda, spend time where I wan...