Today I have the honor of hosting author, Larry Sweitzer, for his virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book Promotions. Please help me welcom Larry by commenting on his post.
Larry Sweitzer is a writer, musician, and avid baseball fan. He was born and raised in western Maryland and now lives in Virginia with his wife and two daughters. The Ghost, the Eggheads, and Babe Ruth’s Piano is his first novel. Larry is on virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book Promotion. You can visit his official tour page at http://www.pumpupyourbook.com/2009/11/04/the-ghost-the-eggheads-and-babe-ruths-piano-virtual-book-tour-09/.
How The Hobbit Changed My Life
I’m an avid reader and have been for many years. I’ll read anywhere, at anytime: the waiting room at the doctor’s office, airports, a park bench, just about every room in my house. Daytime … nighttime, it doesn’t matter. Sometimes it’s fleeting—a half hour here or fifteen minutes there. Other times I read for hours on end. This frequently involves staying up until the wee hours of the night at the cost of not getting a good night’s sleep, but it’s usually worth it. It’s my chance to catch up with my main character. I get to find out where he’s going next or if he’s finally going to call the girl he met the other day. I get to find out if the hero saves the day or if the evil robots take over the world.
But it wasn’t always so. When I was a child, I was a reluctant reader. Book reports were torture because I had trouble (I know now) with reading comprehension. I drudged through school book assignments unwillingly and I rarely attempted to read any books for the pure enjoyment of it.
That all changed when I was about fourteen. That’s when I read The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. Finally, a book that engaged me—occupied my senses until I put it down. It pulled me in and never let me go. The characters: Bilbo, Gandalf, the dwarves, Elrond, and the others, led me on the journey. The scenery: the black forest of Mirkwood, Misty Mountain, and so many other places that Bilbo stumbled into, all felt real to me. And let’s not forget the mysterious ring!
That’s all it took—one book. The right book, for me. Reading that book started me on my path to being a life-long reader. After that, I was more willing to give other books a try. I reached out to other characters and allowed them to tell me their story.
I hope my book lives up to young readers’ expectations. I hope it engages them and at the least, entertains them until the end. But, if one boy reads it and continues on with other books because of it, then it was worth it.
Was there a book that started you down the path of reading? What was it? Have you revisited that old friend lately? Have you recommended it to anyone recently? I’d love to hear about it!