Books?? I’m thinking that if you are one of my million(s) of followers, you read. Books, mags, internet, all of it. If you like to read, you read. I had the oddest experience the other day. At least odd to me. I brought a few of my favorite books to a friend who was going to the beach. When I hear beach, I think book. Okay, that’s odd I guess. Wait, what? Water, sand, sun? Yeah, that too. She is not a reader, but I’ve talked it up enough I almost had her. At least enough to humor me. Her sister, who was also joining her, came into the room. And was given the wonderful news that I brought some good books from which to choose. (I must wipe my eyes a moment sniff.). She wrinkled her nose, snorted, and made this horrible face. Sniff sniff. Not a reader I’m guessing. I lovvvve books. I lovvvvve to read. It just took me aback. How could someone not want to read???? In the day when you could only get three books at a time from the library, I was a child pest. I’d read them fast and want to go back for more. In a car. With a parent driving. Pest. A few years later a small branch opened up near(ish) me, and I could ride my bike. Which begs the question, was no one watching me? It wasn’t that close. I had to cross a railroad track. I also used to go to the little store next to the library for my Mom. In the rain. With a note and some money. If there was any change, I could buy some penny candy. So I learned early on how to make change, which my first grade teacher just marveled at. I got bread and milk, and probably cigarettes which were not for me. Over the river and through the woods, or traffic and track. Sometimes waiting for the train that stopped on the tracks. Anyway, just a side note. The library. I filled my bike basket up at least once a week and devoured the books. And raced back for more. (I’ve already established that I had a lot of freedom). When I think how my children were accounted for every second of the day just about, it seems odd. I’d like to say it was a different time, but was it?? Kind of think bad things were out there. Probably why books were such a refuge for me, and still get me out of my head. Reading rocks my world. So there.