I've always had a love of books. Growing up, books were my escape. Escape from my world filled with cancer, sadness and death. Books took me to other worlds, happy places, with happily ever after endings. So unlike my world at that time.
The past few years, I haven't read many books. Knitting needles have taken the place of books. I just read Calling Me Home by Julie Kibler and it bought tears to my eyes. I haven't had a book do that in a long time.
I went to the library tonight, and got lost in the rows and rows of stories. I look forward to getting lost in one.
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