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A Bookish Family

Today we’re joined by guest writer Chris Harding, with this lovely piece about her family and their crucial influence on her lifelong relationship with books.


I come from a bookish family.  My maternal grandmother ran away from her Norwegian home and arrived in England in 1915, accompanied only by a trunk full of books.  It must be a hereditary trait because I never travel without a book – and nor do my mother, my daughters or my brother and his family.  Other people pack clothes and suncream for their holidays: we pack books. And while on vacation we don’t buy souvenirs: we buy books.

I have been known to go away and buy so many books that I have jettisoned clothes to make room in my luggage on the homeward journey, while my younger daughter spent three years trekking backwards and forwards to university with cases laden with books (not just for her course, she would return one set of novels, and gather up others) – but never remembered a toothbrush, night attire or other essentials.

When I was young my parents read children’s books, fairytales and nursery rhymes to my brother and I, but in addition my mother used to cradle me in her arms and recite aloud from whatever she happened to be reading at the time, while my father paraphrased the histories of his socialist heroes.  Alongside the tales of Winnie the Pooh, Ratty, Mole and Jo March, we listened to Dickens, Jane Austen and Wordsworth, and heard stories about Marx, Robert Owen, the Diggers and the Tolpuddle Martyrs.

As we grew older we read anything and everything: stories, poems, myths, legends, books on history, geography and science, encyclopedias that were old when our father was young, newspapers, magazines, bus and train timetables, and even the backs of cereal packets and labels on sauce bottles.  We read everywhere and anywhere: walking to school, in lessons (I used to wedge a book beneath the lid of my desk), in the bath and in bed (by torchlight, under the covers when we were supposed to be asleep).  And we all read at mealtimes, elbows on the table, a book propped in front of each plate, each of us lost in another world as we munched our food. When we did speak it was only to discuss our reading matter. Since my mother, normally a stickler for polite behaviour, saw nothing wrong with this – indeed, she still reads at the table whenever she can – I was shocked when I discovered that in other households this practice was regarded as neither normal, nor polite.

I suspect my friends’ parents would have been even more taken aback at the sight of my mother reading while she ironed – an admirable skill which, sadly, I have been unable to acquire successfully. I have tried, but my efforts only result in burnt offerings, with disastrous consequences to book, garment and myself.

Our parents, keen readers themselves, with wide ranging tastes and an eclectic collection on their shelves, never set any boundaries when it came to reading, or chastised us for reading in the wrong place, or at the wrong time. They never once told us a book was too old, too young, too difficult or in any way unsuitable.  The only exception to this ‘no rules’ rule was comics, which they didn’t regard as proper books and therefore refused to buy, so we used to sneak a peek at them at them in the local newsagent’s shop, or at the homes of friends.

But it is thanks to their encouragement that I found the confidence to read what I wanted when I wanted, rather than doing so because it was on a school syllabus, or was popular, or because someone told me to.  They also gave me the courage to form my own opinions about books.  I didn’t have to like a volume because it was a classic, or dismiss it because it wasn’t  –  but I learned to express my thoughts and state why I felt the way I did about a particular book.

The lessons learned from this have stood  me in good stead over the years, not just when it comes to reading, but for life in general, and my career as a journalist in particular.  It’s taught me never to take things at face value, never be to be scared of asking questions, and never to be worried if my opinions are not those of the majority.

Most of all it’s shown me that there is always more than view on anything, and that rational argument and discussion can lead to understanding , even though both sides may still agree to differ.

~~~: o :~~~

Chris is  former journalist and sub-editor, who loves reading and writing but hates misuse of the English language – she once returned a daughter’s school report, with the corrections marked in red ink. She has recently embarked on an Open University English course and is writing short stories based on her family history.  She blogs as Chriscross.

~~~: o :~~~

(The photograph – “Breakfast” – is from the photostream of Call It Crazy on Flickr and reproduced under a Creative Commons Licence.)

77 comments on “A Bookish Family

  1. annebrooke
    March 14, 2011

    Great article! You’re not alone in reading at the dining table, Chris – my husband and I always do that! Everyone should … 🙂


  2. helen
    March 14, 2011

    Beautifully written article – really paints a picture!

  3. Patricia
    March 14, 2011

    When my daughter was growing up, she was just like you, and my friends and relatives would criticise me for allowing her to read at meals and remain engrossed in her book rather than engage in polite conversation! This is a delightful article all through. Thanks for sharing it.

  4. Phillipa Ashley
    March 14, 2011

    Ah, Chris, you’ve brought back so many memories of the days when I read under the blankets, or had to be dragged off the sofa on a hot summer’s day and told to get some fresh air… I also had a friend (male) who used to read while he was walking to school – I kid you not! Apparently he used to be told off by the crossing warden. He read science fantasy.

    As a romantic novelist, I actually don’t read as many novels as I’d like to these days – I often feel maxed out by fiction. I still adore reading but find that I prefer non-fiction that I can manage in a short bite – especially travel books, manuals, guides and newspapers. A magnificent obsession…

  5. Rosy Thornton
    March 14, 2011

    What a lovely piece, Chris! Thank you so much for sharing it.

  6. minbarigirl
    March 14, 2011

    what lovely memories, Chris. At school there was a series of books called the ‘Carry on Reading’ books, and they had a whole load of cover pics with a goalie reading while the goal goes in, and a fireman bringing a girl out of a burning building while she is still reading. I always felt that was me…

  7. elizabethashworth
    March 14, 2011

    You paint a wonderful picture of your childhood, Chris. And I have huge admiration for your Norwegian grandmother!

  8. louisianefille
    March 14, 2011

    I also read at the table, and it drives my husband nuts! Thank you for this lovely post.

  9. leadinglight
    March 14, 2011

    I have read at the table often and I can’t keep track of how many times my mum has called me uncivilised for it. My parents, unlike yours, chastised me for reading too much fiction even if it was classics. But then they do happen to be South East Asian with no literary aspirations at all. How I ended up in the family is a mystery.

  10. B.C. Young
    March 14, 2011

    Your family certainly has a love of books. By the way, a Kindle or Nook makes it a lot easier to pack those books for a trip! 🙂

  11. April Hawks
    March 14, 2011

    Beautifully written! Thank you!

  12. bandsmoke
    March 14, 2011

    Fabulous post – from one kindred bookaholic to another, here’s to the written word 🙂

  13. Delorfinde
    March 14, 2011

    That sounds like a great family! My parents won’t let me read at the table, but I read a lot elsewhere – including on the toilet, and in the bath. Other people think THAT’S weird, but I find it normal.

  14. Great post. There is a certain way of thinking (critical, creative?) that forms after a time of reading books. I’ve known self-proclaimed non-readers preserver through a few books, only to come out as a new book lover. Reading must be for everyone. 🙂

  15. Mikalee Byerman
    March 14, 2011

    I have to admit, as a mom of 2 kiddos, ages 8 and 11, the prospect of allowing them to read at the dinner table is still outside of my comfort zone. How else would I hear about their days if their noses were buried in books?

    And buried they would be — for they love love LOVE to read!

    Great post. Perhaps some day, I’ll wish for books during mealtime to quiet the words I DON’T want to hear. But until then, our nightly reading ritual will have to do.


  16. rtcrita
    March 14, 2011

    What a wonderful childhood you had! You are so lucky to have had parents that loved reading. My mother read some, mostly all she had time for was magazines (with 10 kids, she probably had to keep it short) but encouraged all of us to read. She was always happy to take us to the library anytime we wanted. Sometimes, she would drop us off on a Saturday and pick us up a few hours later. Now, she goes with my younger sister and her son.

    I had an older sister who read at the table while eating. I never did this, but my daughter likes to read when eating, if she is in the middle of a book she just can’t put down. I try not to make a big fuss about it–only if we’re having a special meal.

    Very nice post.

  17. eva626
    March 14, 2011

    awesome write up!!! keep it up and congrats on being fp’ed lol

  18. 4myskin
    March 14, 2011

    Ironing and reading? I so wish I could do that! I have often wished for some sort of plastic cover that allowed reading while in the shower. 😉

  19. ruby54rcl
    March 14, 2011

    I have many a book that has the stains of a good meal upon it. I always panic and make a bigger mess than it would have been beforehand. I love reading while eating, though in most cases my food grows cold before I consume it due to an intense scene. Loved reading this! And I wish more people were the same, it saddens me that not that many people truly read any longer.

  20. plumbum
    March 14, 2011

    i am an only child and would get bored easily so my parents introduced to me the wonderful world of books. They never hesitated to buy me a book and now book collecting and reading has become an obsession.

  21. blp2
    March 14, 2011


    As many have already posted similar responses, I will only leave two comments. 1) As an avid reader from a family of avid readers, I wish my spelling were less atrocious than it is and find it ironic that I cannot master some simple spelling skills that should accompany my reading habits.
    2) An attestation to my love of reading can be the fact that, while other parents were banning TV for misbehavior, or grounding their children by keeping them from being outside, I was told I could not read for a certain amount of time other than school materials, this having the same effect as the former two punishments. Makes for a good story later on in life.
    Thank you for the post.

  22. Kevin
    March 14, 2011

    Nice entry. Loved the “I’ve not been able to master the reading while ironing…” Classic. I’ve not been a reader much. Have greatly inscreased since my wife bought me two books in one before we married. I try to read as much as I can. I have dry spells, but seek each year to read at least four to six books. For me…. that is a lot.

    Blessings to you,


  23. SpinnyLiberal
    March 14, 2011

    Great post.

    I suspect my friends’ parents would have been even more taken aback at the sight of my mother reading while she ironed

    Wow. Now THAT is a skill.

    The only exception to this ‘no rules’ rule was comics, which they didn’t regard as proper books and therefore refused to buy, so we used to sneak a peek at them at them in the local newsagent’s shop, or at the homes of friends.

    Haha the temptation of the taboo.

    Congratulations on being FP!

  24. ChrisCross53
    March 14, 2011

    Oh, how can I thank you all for the lovely comments! I was so thrilled to be asked to do a guest blog, and it is even more wonderful to have such a warm response from people who love books.

    BC Young – if a Kindle enables to ‘carry’ more books when I go away, then I may be persuaded to buy one! Delorfinde – yes, I read in the loo and the bath so we have books stacked on every spare surface in the bathroom. Mikerlee Byerman – my parents still found time to talk and listen to us, just as I used to try and do with my daughters when they were young. Phillipa – I still read while walking along the street (but lamposts do have a habit of getting in the way!)

    Thank you all again, for reading and commenting.


  25. wingedcreature
    March 14, 2011

    What a great, well-written post! I’m reminded of my own childhood, when my grandpa would take me to the library every week. He gets total credit for my love of reading.

  26. James R. Clawson
    March 14, 2011

    Enjoyed your post. Thanks for sharing!

  27. notesfromrumbleycottage
    March 14, 2011

    Loved this post. I know the feeling of buying books on vacation or for trips but forgetting other things.

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  29. kevin
    March 14, 2011

    Hello what a great article and lovely blog iam kevin from hampshire i will be back to look again keep up the good work.

  30. annebrooke
    March 14, 2011

    Kindle is brilliant, Chris! I can thoroughly recommend one – it’s revolutionised my holiday packing and – bliss of blisses! – I can even make the font larger, for my difficult eyes. Wonderful!

    I love paperbacks AND ereaders 🙂


  31. Hilary
    March 14, 2011

    Chris, I loved your post – it’s great to see you here! So much to relate to – were we separated at birth? Reading everything on the breakfast table (‘Cette sauce de haute qualité est une mélange de fruits, épices …… etc.etc.), parents who didn’t mind what I read, at what age, and packing too many books to go on holiday.

    However, I wasn’t allowed to read at the table (deprived!), was allowed to read Bunty, and now with my Sony Ebook reader, I laugh in the face of baggage allowances (but I still end up buying books when I’m away).

    A lovely account of a bookish upbringing – thank you!

  32. jessiepeace
    March 14, 2011

    Great post, come check out my blog sometime. 🙂

  33. nell dixon
    March 14, 2011

    Kindles are wonderful for bookaholics. My childhood was very similar to yours, this bought back many happy memories.

  34. Nikki
    March 14, 2011

    Lovely lovely piece. Thank you! You manage far more reading than me and I’m so jealous of that!

  35. Elyj
    March 14, 2011

    You are fortunate! I wish I could have learned those reading skills growing up. I’m 28 now, and I still feel like an infant when it comes to reading literature and offering opinions and thoughts. I majored in English, but after six years of the military, so I forgot a lot of my high school preparation, therefore my reading is mostly ketchup. I don’t worry, however, because I have a lifetime to read, and I love it.

  36. urbanespaceman
    March 14, 2011

    For the love of god, somebody teach me how to read while I’m ironing!!!

  37. Marissa Jean
    March 14, 2011

    It was so great to read this post 🙂 I love reading and writing. I am currently working on my English major, so reading great works is not just a hobby, but a necessity for my studies! When I traveled to Chicago for a class trip, I found myself longing to go into each little bookshop we found. There is most definitely something to be said about those who read!

  38. Astami T
    March 14, 2011

    Loved your post! Congrats on being freshly pressed. Your post a true testament to the fact that reading is a great way to help with writing.

  39. zanyzigzag
    March 14, 2011

    Love this post! 🙂
    I was always being told off for reading at the table when I was younger. I used to hide a book under the cushion of a chair and then go to the loo during the meal, cunningly slipping the book under my jumper! 😉
    I am fairly certain that any attempt to learn how to read whilst ironing would result in me maiming myself quite badly, but since discovering audiobooks, I often listen to one of those whilst ironing – if you can get unabridged ones, it’s exactly the same as reading the book yourself anyway 🙂 They can be expensive to buy brand new, but most local libraries should have a selection of audiobooks to choose from.
    Happy reading everyone! xx

  40. theladyofvermont
    March 14, 2011

    You don’t know how happy this post just made me. I’ve retrained myself so that I can eat and do other basic tasks with my right hand so my left hand can read (for some reason I am incapable of reading with my right hand.) Although Judith Jones does claim that it’s bad for the indigestion to eat and read but I can sacrifice.

  41. ChrisCross53
    March 14, 2011

    What an incredible response … all I can do is say another great big THANK YOU to everyone who has read or commented on my post. Apart from that, just for once I am lost for words.

  42. K.B.
    March 14, 2011

    I grew up around hundreds of books.

    From a young age, we had been visiting the library weekly – something that we always looked forward to. Whenever it was time for the school to hold book sales, we bought as many as our allowances could afford. We had also inherited a number of classics and anthologies from the elderly couple that previously owned our first house.

    We kept up our reading throughout childhood and through high school, where we took honors courses. For one class, I was reading an average of 3-5 books a month, some for class discussion and some for research papers.

    I firmly believe that being well-read from an early age helped us be more open-minded and have stronger vocabularies. I wish that every person had the opportunity and encouragement to read for pleasure. I loved literature so much that I majored in English in college. I wouldn’t be who I am without having read all those books and poems.

    Thank you for highlighting something that so simply yet so effectively opens people’s minds and imaginations, and congratulations on being Freshly Pressed!

  43. Monica
    March 14, 2011

    What a nice post! nice to know someone else out there does this. I too am guilty of reading “too much” as my friends would say. I was so glad to find an app on my phone for audiobooks so I can “read” while putting my make up on in the morning or driving! 🙂 But I still prefer holding a real book in my hands. thanks again for this post.

  44. Elli Writes
    March 14, 2011

    Ahhhh, the glorious life of a bookworm. 🙂 Love it!

  45. jaredjohnsmith
    March 14, 2011

    Very nice article. Beautifully written.

  46. Christephi
    March 15, 2011

    I too grew up in a family of readers! I recall being sent outdoors on a nice day and carrying my book with me, walking back and forth with it in the sunshine to appease my mother. It wasn’t long before I learned to climb a tree in the backyard and read there! Great post!!

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  48. A. Stevens
    March 15, 2011

    Let me tell you, if I were ever caught reading at the dinner table, I wouldn’t be here right now. To my parents, dinner time was a time for family, no t.v.’s could be on in the house, cell phones had to be left in another, etc.

  49. thesecretgirlforever
    March 15, 2011

    i always read at the dinner table. 🙂 congrats on FP!!

  50. angelawd
    March 15, 2011

    I think I’ve found a kindred soul! I read at the table, in the bath, while getting dressed, or even walking down a street. Words are my addiction too.

  51. homeschooledjunglefreak
    March 15, 2011

    My Mum was getting stuck into Clan Of The Cavebear recently and she was reading constantly – while cooking, while eating, in bed, in the loo…
    Thats why she doesn’t read very often, I think, because she can’t put it down but has so much to do.
    I’ve tried to read while eating, but it’s a bit tricky, and I’m always scared I’ll slip and lose my place, get food on myself or my book, and the food goes cold.
    When I’m reading it’s all I want to be doing, no noise or distractions, so I don’t really like to multitask.
    I got a bunch of new and second hand books recently, almost all classics, so I’m excited for that, but theres so much more out there!
    As was said on another freshly pressed book blog yesterday, “so much to read, so little time”.

    I’m not a fan of e-readers, I tried some but you update it and lose your downloads and places, sometimes theres no books available in Australia, I’ve just read a couple of free books (copyright expired) on my iPhone, but I much prefer the feeling of a real book in my hand.
    I’d much rather buy a real, tangible book too, than one thats just data floating on my device – when you buy things online it doesn’t feel like you’ve even bought anything without the actual thing to play with and touch and smell.

  52. jule1
    March 15, 2011

    Loved this. My parents read a lot when I was young, both to us and on their own. My mother always had a book from the library, which she often read on the couch, and my father always read the newspaper from cover to cover. We had a set of encyclopedias that I took out often just to peruse. We went to the library all year and in summer joined the contest to see who could read the most.

    Although we were not allowed to eat and read during meals, after meals a book was often something each of us pulled out. I’ll never forget going to a boyfriend’s home for Thanksgiving. He came from a very large family (9 brothers and sisters) and I thought, “I’ll bring a book with me.” After getting through the meal (there were various spouses, as well as a passel of their children), and an hour of small talk, none of which included me, I excused myself to the living room, where there was a t.v. blaring and children running in and out.

    I got the book out of my purse and began reading, happy for the break from all the people, the noise, the socializing, etc. When my boyfriend noticed me reading, he came over and shook his head. I said, “What?” and he told me his mother would be offended if she saw me reading. I was shocked! This was perfectly acceptable behavior in my family! But I put the book away and sat miserably on the couch, feeling bored and tired and wishing we would leave.

    After that dinner, we came up with a plan. For the next holiday meal, after an hour at the table once the meal was over, my boyfriend was to announce we were leaving to go see a movie (usually a big one, since it was a holiday), and then we’d go. I absolutely put my foot down on staying longer than that, saying I couldn’t manage it. That became our holiday tradition and we saw all the big releases on Thanksgiving and Christmas for many years. Peculiarly, his family never had a problem if we left to see a movie, but my little book was verboten!

  53. That Girl
    March 15, 2011

    Wonderful, beautifully written ode to books and reading! Brings back memories of childhood and reading the Laura Ingalls Wilder books over and over again. While activity swirled around me in our home, I was content to immerse myself in those stories for days at a time. I think reading fueled my imagination and still does to this day. Thank you for sharing your memories!

  54. Querin
    March 15, 2011

    Oh my God, I felt so connected to your story despite that unlike you, I did not have access to books (I grew up in a very humble family in a developing country) until I was maybe eight or nine years old and at that time they were strictly school books. I found my passion for books when I was in High School, here in the US. One day, I entered the library at my school and grabbed a book titled in Spanish Las Islanderas de la luna. At first, I wasn’t sure that I was going to read the book cover to cover, but as I got into the story I felt as if I was transported to Norway (where the story took place). I found that I could not put the book down as I wanted to know what took place next until I finished the entire book.
    That was the very first book I read cover to cover. In books, I have found such a liberty and they have opened me to a wider, bigger world. Books carry a mystery in them; they are keys that open doors.
    Thank you for sharing your story

  55. thirteenlets
    March 15, 2011

    Thank you for this lovely article. It’s very refreshing to know that, there are other people like me, I’m an avid collector of books in every genre possible, and I love the fact that it is not only me who has an eclectic taste in reading.

  56. Elaine
    March 15, 2011

    So glad you were freshly pressed, Chris; I enjoyed the read. I love how reading flows into writing just as thoughts awaken more thoughts. Thanks.

  57. abooklikeme
    March 15, 2011

    Thanks for sharing.

  58. monicastangledweb
    March 15, 2011

    What a warm and tender love affair with books! I can so relate. I raised my two kids on books and taught them never to leave the house without a book in tow because you never know when the opportunity to read will arise. Some people worry about getting stranded because their car broke down, so they keep first aid and jumper cables in their car. I worry about breaking down, so I keep a stack of books. I love books and your post is a beautiful tribute to the serenity that books bring. Congrats on being freshly pressed!

  59. Amelie Garcia Rainey
    March 15, 2011

    I don’t even know you, but I admire your writing and how you help us remember your childhood growing up around books.

    They are my favorite companions as well. The most constant of friends and the most patient of teachers, as Charles W. Eliot once said.

    Thanks for sharing with us! 🙂

  60. briellethefirst
    March 15, 2011

    I come from a long line of readers and although I don’t know how my brothers and sisters missed out on the addiction my kids and grandkids are severely afflicted. The worst thing you can do is take their books away! Love the post!

  61. richannkur
    March 15, 2011

    How sweet and cute, after reading this i just want to meet you……

  62. Debra Colby-Conklin
    March 15, 2011

    As seen by the response on this one post, we are not alone in our love of books. I too, always have a book with me, sometimes two. My husband doesn’t understand, he being a big movie watcher, why I would take the time to read a lengthy novel rather than simply watch the movie…all I can tell him is…it’s a “book thing”.

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  64. whatsaysyou
    March 15, 2011

    Brilliant to know that I am not the only bookworm here and great post. I too cannot live without a very good book and always pay a visit to my local library as well as reserving a book via online.

  65. Selfmanic
    March 15, 2011

    My father and I always did this with my mother complaining, till the reading bug finally bit her last year. Now they sit together each night after dinner with a book while they play with the dogs. My time to de-stress of the day is lunch with a book. I read random blogs and fan-fiction at dinner one my laptop.

  66. theteachingwhore
    March 15, 2011

    My mom, dad, 2 sisters, brother, and I were all readers and still are. We each have a little nest around our easy chairs in our respective houses–with piles of paperbacks, pencils, the remote, etc.

  67. surajsanap
    March 15, 2011

    You’ve had a blessed childhood…my days of bibliophilia began when my mother bought me my first copy of Harry Potter…since then, it’s been a love affair to cherish books!

    Happy Reading!

  68. Yelly
    March 15, 2011

    One of my first memories was going to a book fair at age 4. I was allowed to choose one book and I chose The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids. My parents always shared this story that they had read the book to me so many times that I’d memorised the story and knew exactly when to turn the page so that I appeared to read the book!

    I had a children’s encyclopedia-like set of books called Childcraft which I ADORED. Books were treasured, adored and desired in my family. Our parents encouraged us to read anything and everything we wanted, and I feel blessed that they nurtured our love of books! I think that we had the best ever childhood because of it!

  69. theveryhungrybookworm
    March 15, 2011

    Some would say that reading at the table is antisocial. I am not one of those people. I can only hope that when I have children, I can raise them to love books as much as I (and you) do!

  70. Arthur Abogadil
    March 16, 2011

    I also love books!!! Can’t spend one day without reading a few chapters from a few books. But for now mostly computer programming books. I’m addicted to books!!!

    But here is my favorite book of all time:

    The most advance ancient book of all time

  71. summer1182
    March 16, 2011

    lOVE IT!!!wished my parents understood this…

  72. D.A.
    March 18, 2011

    What a great post. I’m glad this was freshly pressed. I always wish I had grown up with more books or sitting in libraries or bookstores… now I can’t get away from them…

  73. Chris Dodds
    March 18, 2011

    I solute you for reading to your children. My mother read to me constantly as a child and instilled in me a love of both reading and learning. I would not be the person I am today without growing up bookish.

  74. stephen21
    March 21, 2011

    Thank you for that wonderful post. It reminded me of my past when I was still an avid reader of novels. Though I don’t read during mealtime with my family, I still spend most of my time reading. I was a bookworm then but not anymore this time because of my tight schedule in the university.

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  76. Great post. There is a certain way of thinking (critical, creative?) that forms after a time of reading books. I’ve known self-proclaimed non-readers preserver through a few books, only to come out as a new book lover. Reading must be for everyone. 🙂

  77. Your family certainly has a love of books. By the way, a Kindle or Nook makes it a lot easier to pack those books for a trip! 🙂

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