Once a week during summer vacation, my mom took us to the library. Again, I came home with a stack of books and read them all by the next week's return trip. In high school and college, I didn't have time to read for pleasure during the school year, but you can bet I read during every Christmas, Easter and summer break.
When I married my husband, I couldn't understand why he didn't love books. The idea was so foreign to me that I wouldn't accept it. For his birthday, two months after our wedding, I bought him one gift—a book, 2010: Odyssey Two
That’s what this blog is about—finding the right book. I’m not going to waste my time reviewing books I don’t like because I won’t finish them. I may mention one in passing. If you don’t agree, that’s fine. Different strokes . . . . You will probably want to find another book review blog or read the ones I don’t like.
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Hey, congrats on joining the blogging world!
Some of my favorite childhood memories take place at the library. We were lucky to have a large public library in my hometown (at least it seems large in my memory!) and I read almost all the books in the children's section, starting with A - Alcott.
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