I don’t just love books…I adore them!

 As long as I can remember I’ve had a book beside me. When I was a child I hid under the covers with a flashlight and read myself to sleep. When I was 12 I trudged a couple of long hot miles to the library and struggled back home each week, my hair sticking to my forehead and my arms filled with treasures. My library card was my most precious possession. On long summer days I found green leafy hidden places to dream and read. Books have always been my friends, my other worlds….and they still are.