Danielle Carey 17 Minute Read Some things get to be so much a part of one’s identity that it is impossible to trace the thread of memory back to the beginning, back to the initial taste of an entirely new experience. I wish I could remember when books first entered my world, but I cannot. Like the seemingly infinite existence…
Caroline Rose Sanders 5 Minute Read I don’t know anyone who would say that their life has been a bed of roses. There are good times and there are hard times and they come to each of us. As bibliophiles, we go to books in the hard times just as we do in the happy times. Several members of our writing…
Jenni Marie 3 Minute Read Reading had become a chore. As odd as it sounds, that’s what happened. I had spent the majority of my childhood identifying “reading” as my foremost hobby, I had voraciously devoured multiple books a week, and had routinely won the local library’s summer reading program. Somewhere along the way, my default leisure activity switched to…
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