Dad was a reader. I mean, that man loved books. You might not have expected it, him being a rugged outdoors type and handyman and all, but he was also a dreamer. I think our particular corner of space-time was a little too snug for Dad – he always said he’d been born in the wrong century, too much civilization for his taste – so he read. If he told us once, he told us a thousand times, “Books are treasures. Reading lets you go anywhere, be anyone.”
If you’re going to pass something along to your kids, you can do a lot worse than teaching them to love books.
So, in the interest of encouraging readers and developing readers everywhere, I thought I’d tell you about some of my favorite books. No negative reviews here; life is too short to waste time on negativity. Besides, as my feisty little gray-haired Mama likes to say, “If you can’t say something nice ….”
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