You know, it's sort of interesting to take a look at your life and figure out why you do the things you do. I don't mean why we do crazy, idiotic things… Those are just freakish mistakes that we make. I mean, for example, why do we… let's say… READ?!?

I grew up in a household where reading was NOT important. It was not something that was pushed, emphasized, cajoled, expected… (You probably get my drift!) Yet, whenever my father was stationed at a new location, one of the first things that I did was to ask my mother to drive me to the local library. To my knowledge, I am the only one of the four children who showed the least bit of interest in reading.

I remember making my way through Edna Ferber's classics (So Big was a particular favorite of mine) and Pearl S. Buck (The Good Earth was another favorite.) Followed by classics like Aldous Huxley's Brave New World and William Golding's Lord of the Flies. I also went through a "reading stage" where I couldn't get enough Greek/Roman mythology.

When I lived in Chile, since I spoke English (rather!) fluently, the English teacher let me read mythology during the regular English class time. (My parents sent all four of us to Chilean schools, where we were the only native English speakers.) Little did I know that Sister Serena was starting me on a path that would include a love for all television shows that deal with ancient civilizations!

(More on these ramblings later…)