I don’t remember how I found Making Light. It was most likely by way of one or another of a couple of authors whose blogs I follow, and it’s been…a decade, I think? Maybe a little more.
According to my mother, I started reading at age three and a half. (One of my favorite authors started reading at age two, which makes me jealous for some reason. 😉 )
Regardless, I quite literally cannot remember not being able to read. I do, however, remember being rather frustrated in the hospital after my tonsillectomy (age four, I think, or a little older) because I wanted to read my book to the nurses — even though it hurt to talk.
Yes, I apparently have always liked to talk…but that’s another post…