When I was eight, my family moved to a different state. My sister and I had shared a bedroom at the old house, and we were both excited by the prospect of having our own rooms. My new room was especially interesting. A staircase and the ceiling of said staircase interfered with my closet in such a way that, inside, there was a raised platform and a slanted back, with several shelves above. My mom brilliantly placed several folded quilts on the platform, with pillows propped up against the walls. This became my reading nook.
On winter afternoons I curled up in this nook and read the Dear America series. In the summertime I read Gone-Away Lake with a cup of lemonade. I loved that space and missed it greatly when we moved several years later. I also missed the holly tree in the front yard, in whose branches I often perched with a book and a peanut butter sandwich.
As an adult, I’m happy to read while sitting on the couch or laying down in bed. But I sometimes pine for the reading nooks of my youth. I was happy to curl up just about anywhere…these days, a prickly holly tree or cramped closet wouldn’t be my first choice. But then, they were nothing short of magical.
Did you have a favorite reading nook as a child?