I have always had a passionate love of books. The art of painting life with words intrigues and astonishes me. From a very early point in my life, my mother taught me the value of books. I was a child who read anything I could get my hands on, and the worst punishment I ever received was having my books taken away for a week. I hadn't returned my things to their rightful places and I was suddenly without the possessions I treasured most. This love makes me slightly nerdy, but is an addiction I can't quit. Now, I still experience a blood pressure spike as I walk into a bookstore and crack the cover of an eagerly anticipated companion. I have kindred spirits in Steinbeck, Woolf, Dickens, Lee and Plutarch. Their words give me a glimpse of how they encountered the world and how the world replied to them. I would be lucky to leave imprints on the souls and minds of the future as they have done for me.
6 days to Thanksgiving...turkey...cranberries...yum.
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