When I was young, I used to dream of living in a house made
of books. Walls made of books, instead of bricks. Books stacked one over the
other to form furniture. Books everywhere!
By the time I got a house of my own, I realized how
impractical the dream was. Stacks of books have a tendency to fall over, and how
do you pull out a book from the wall? The dream faded.
But now, I have something even better. I have a house of
readers. Each of us happiest when lost in our own worlds- united by words!
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1 comment:
Natasha - You've given your sons a greater gift than all of the possessions in the world. They've learned to love reading.
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