Saturday mornings meant a trip to the library – my favourite outing of the week as a youngster. We’d load our arms with picture books, until that memorable day when I graduated to Chapter books.
At the pique of my book blessedness, I owned two bookstores. And then, years later, we sold off our worldly goods and set off on a new, minimalist adventure. I reduced my collection to one shelf.
A bookcase reveals much about a person, don’t you think? Best of all – I have a poem in the volume “We Will Not Be Silenced”. A dream come true.
(Thursdays are my day for expressing gratitude. When I saw Cee’s Fun Foto challenge: books, I knew right where the post belonged.)