15. Chapter 88---Your Heart Belongs to Me

My heart, belongs to reading. Honestly, after this Thursday's class discussion, all I've wanted to do is read. I was going to try to wait until Thanksgiving... Fail. I was in Macey's for maybe less than 5 minutes and found myself in the book section looking at Koontz' new book, "Your Heart Belongs to Me"... I couldn't resist; I bought it.

I've had to limit myself to 1 chapter tonight. If I'm productive enough tomorrow, I'll treat myself with another. I love to read so much. Here is why I think...

I am Daddy's little girl. Not just because I am the youngest, but because I was born just as my dad was finishing his residency. I was the only child who knew a Dad that was home when I went to bed each night. As a result, there wasn't a night until I was probably 6 or 7 that I didn't spend curled up at his side reading bedtime stories. It was our thing. Books were our thing. When I was "too grown up" to get read to each night, he would bring me home books on tape and novels to read from the library. Some nights he would get off work, call me, come pick me up, and we'd head back into town to go to the library together. We'd spend hours there picking out books together. That stage lasted until I moved to college. Even now though I find myself on the phone hearing about his latest novel or the newest book. Koontz is our favorite. We've both read everything and anything by him.

Some nights when its cold, especially at Chirstmas time, my dad and I will both get blankets, I'll get hot coco and he'll het his postum, he'll light a real fire in the fireplace, and we'll sit in the living room and read our books.

I will always be daddy's little girl I think.