Since I was a small child, I grew up surrounded by books. My parents inculcated the love of books in me because they both loved to read. My father, a career teacher has always had a personal book library and as a child, I would go there and pick up books I could hardly read, but was happy enough to “read” the pictures in them. He also bought us educational books where we learnt things we were not taught in school.
My mum always brought us children’s books. That is where I learnt many nursery rhymes and read
I have a few authors in my various social media streams – Google+, Facebook, Twitter – and one of the things I have been noticing an increase in is the frequency of book trailer postings.
I am a child of the 80s; and from a so-called “Third World” country, no less. The word “trailer” primarily forms the image of a vehicle that is towed behind another automobile or some kind, and is usually for either leisure or for the transportation of goods. After a while, the term “movie trailer” was assimilated into my vocabulary because … well, everybody
On occasion, I have chosen to avoid reading a particular book because I was hesitant about what people might think of me for reading it. When I first read Stephen King’s “It”, the cover at the time was a fairly nondescript cover which didn’t give much away: it was simply an image of a storm drain with a distinctly reptilian hand reaching out towards a paper boat bobbing in the gutter. Ominous, yes; but not as scary as some of the newer covers I’ve seen – especially the one with Tim Curry’s sinister clown-face and shocking red hair.