We're in the process of moving house. Yes, I know, the stress of that is the subject for a trilogy of horror stories. Still, as part of the clean up, I suggested to my daughter Erin that she goes through her bookshelf to find books to give away. Relax, it's not as sacrilegious as it sound. I mean, we all have books we paid good money for and didn't like. Or is that just me? Anyway, her bottom lip was dragging as she stalked off to comply. Then she called me to see her progress . . . and this is what I saw . . .
The sign says: "I've lived a thousand lives" and the message was clear. The books - all of them - are going with her. Aren't I the lucky one . . . I not only raised a reader, but a hoarder too!
Have a great weekend. Think of me packing up my world.