Love, loss, and what I read
Speaking of books, I ache for the one you have yet to write! Thank you for this heartwarming piece. It opened the floodgates of memory as I read many of the same books in my childhood. I could not, however, quote from them! As always, your writing is exquisite!💕
Thanks. Books are so special. I still remember My first library book with my own library card. I, too, was privileged to have a mom who read to us…all the time. She went back to college when I was in elementary school. I was in about the sixth grade and was given the option to do dishes or read to her while she did them. I was soon reading Canterbury Tales to her.
I remember belonging to the summer book club at the library - and sitting at Ms. Knox's desk, (the librarian), to report on what I read. My favorites were Cherry Ames, Nancy Drew, and the Bobbsey Twins -so that tells you it was a long time ago. I was and still am enchanted with books.
Love it! I wrote a story about reading Mockingbird at age 13 or so and not even understanding the meaning of rape in the dictionary: carnal knowledge of a woman.
Lovely piece from any number of angles. Reading a book of value is like putting money in the bank. You may or may not need it, but it’s there for you if you do.
I love these stories. Thank you for sharing them!