You can read me anything
I was having a conversation about books the other day. We were discussing books that we enjoyed and it was a conversation we’ve had several times. Now I know people who don’t read, and who have no books. That, to me, is horrifying. How do you get through life like that? Books and stories are so central to me, and I have bookcases that are stuffed to overflowing with material that I’ve read and reread many times... and yet, I know people who use books only as ornaments or, worse, who have no books at all! I’m stunned speechless... My books are a comfort and a support to me. There are those that I reread frequently, because they are light, entertaining and do not require a lot of my attention to complete. There are others that I enjoy and reread from time to time, and the frequency of my rereads varies over time. For instance, there were several books that I read extensively when I was younger, and they have remained with me (I can quote passages verbatim from some of them!) but