![]() There were so many other books, too, so many authors-S.E. It was where I first learned the importance of plot and structure and about the second-person point of view. I was also a big fan of the Choose Your Own Adventure series, where readers were asked to make choices in plot that would determine the fate of the main character, which was always assumed to be the reader. I recall being so engrossed in the story that I faked being sick just so that I could stay home from school to finish reading it. Frisby, her ill son, Timothy, and a group of highly intelligent lab rats that, through scientific experimentation, had acquired the ability to read and write. A children’s story, it concerned a widowed field mouse named Mrs. ![]() The first book I remember reading for actual pleasure was Robert C. So, it’s a bit anomalous that I, the youngest of eleven children, born into a working class family and raised in a suburb of Los Angeles, a suburb surrounded by factories and plants, would end up becoming a writer and an avid reader. The only time I ever saw my siblings crack open a book was when their teachers assigned homework. ![]() We didn’t read out of pleasure at my house. ![]() The only books we carried around were those assigned to us by our teachers. I was raised in an environment where books were rare and precious commodities. ![]() By California Humanities Board Member, Alex Espinoza ![]()
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