Magic of books

I am the one who stays up late reading under the covers. My earliest memory of reading is about 4 or 5 years old with me spelling out letters and asking my Mommy what they meant. I remember me reading Pinocchio at 8 or 9 and pronouncing the word "CONSCIENCE" as "con-science" and wondering what it means.

Several decades past and my book pile(s) is/are still there. In fact, it's growing taller and messier as I buy more, even if I continuously add books I plan to read on Kindle.

For decades to come I'll continue to read "actual books". I love the crinkle of packaging as I bring the book out, the smell of the new page, the excitement of seeing how far I've come and how long the magic end.

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The Baker's Daughter

An excerpt from the book. Something to reflect. 

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