How my Mother Got me to Love Reading as Much as She Did

Originally published in TueNight

Mom and I in Oaxaca

My mother was a voracious reader. She filled our house with stacks and stacks of books, overflowing in various corners, and all ripe for the taking. The built-in bookshelves were filled from head to toe with hard covers, soft covers with wrinkling spines, and piles of psychological prose. This was her shrine to words, and she shared it…