Winter makes me think about books. Well, it makes me think more about books than, maybe, other times of the year. But really, I think about books and reading all the time. I know why, though. It goes way back for me, when I was a child and I remember it all.
Both of my parents had a distinctly reverent relationship with books and reading, and I’m pretty sure that got passed on to me. We three children grew up surrounded by books. Shelves everywhere and fresh books any time we thought there was a reason. And it didn’t have to be a very good reason, Any excuse to buy a new book, or go to the library, was good enough. [Read more…]