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Rough Journey "My name is Junie B. Jones. The ‘B’ stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice I just like B and that’s all" this was the first sentence read in Barbara Parks First Grader at Last” Children's Novel (pg1). My desire to read about this a non-fictional character increased with every book I opened about her crazy adventures. Junie played a huge part in my childhood imagination and memories with excitement from her books. My mom actively was a literacy sponsor; she provided me with my first book that contained chapters instead of the standard enlarged text, filled with basic words, and many colorful pictures to help comprehend. Literacy Sponsors play important roles they nurture the first memory of peoples reading and writing skills and shape the writer people are and still are becoming, what shock I would learn that my mother would be that person too.
In “Superman and Me” Alexie expresses “My father loved books, and since I loved my father with an aching devotion, I decided to love books as well” (pg363) this quote comes across my perception towards my mother who I would observe she had a burning passion to read and whenever given the opportunity she grabbed it. She would take us to the library and we check out books, she even helps me get a library card as motivation. The excitement of checking out any book I desired with no limit was a perk to owning a library card. The car drive home with the street light we passed I would read what I could fit in till we got home. Two days maximum it would take me to read the whole book and I’d be back to bugging my mom to take me back. Soon as an incentive to always be good, she told me she would buy Junie B. Jones books and the books came raining in.
Fortunately for my mother introduced me to novel books and constantly led me into choosing to read. Without her taking me to the library and giving me the resources to practice my reading, I would have not exceeded the expectation in the

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