One day when I was 12, my mother ordered me to walk to the public library and borrow at least one book for tho summer. This was one more weapon for her to 1 my strange problem 2 to read.
In the library, I sat down on the floor and pulled a few books off the shelf 3 . The beagle (比格猎犬) on the book's cover 4 my eye. The first and only animal companion I ever had as a child was a beagle. 5 , one morning, he was gone, given 6 to someone who had this space and money to care for him. I never 7 my beagle.
The beagle on tho cover looked 8 to my dog. My eyes ran across the 9 , " Amor, the Bengle with a Plan." 10 , I I had read the title. Without opening the book, I 11 it from tho library for the summer.
I started to read about Amos very slowly and with 12 . It was about a dog who, like mine, had been 13 from his family and found his way back home. That dog was my dog, and I was the little boy in the book. At the end of the story, my mind continued the final scene of 14 until my own lost dog and I were, in my mind, running together.
My mother's call returned me to the 15 world. I suddenly 16 something I had read a book and loved it. Everyone knew I couldn't read, but I had read it. Books were 17 , and I was going to read them.
I 18 told my mother about my miraculous (奇迹般的) experience that summer, but she saw a slow but remarkable 19 in my classroom performance during the next year. Years later, she was 20 that her son had read thousands of books, was awarded a PhD in literature and authored his own books, articles, poetry and fiction.
