There are many. The books that made this girl.
It is in the nature of these things, that it is always the first we remember vividly.
The first book that thrilled, that frightened, that transported us into other lives and worlds.
Like a first love, we never forget our first books.
These were mine. All read over and over again.
Long after supposedly being in bed, all the lights out.
Reading under the covers (no duvets in those days) with a torch, even the torch was shaped like a book, a little plastic red book.
I still have my childhood books, I treasure them they are precious.
I might even be tempted to rescue them if the house caught on fire.
We are a book family, I am always astonished when I visit homes without books.
How do they do live without books…..what do they do?
Our book case is very old it was rescued from a warehouse, it used to house letters for the offices.
Now it holds many books…..
Not just my craft or art books….there are books from my 20’s and books from my 30’s…..
….books on collecting stuff .
Too many?
I think not.
You can never have too many books.
I often dream of having a book lined room.
Needless to say I am joining in with Laura’s the year in books a gentle read through 2014….
I have joined ‘Goodreads’ and I am perusing the shelves to find the perfect book to start ‘The year in books’
I think it will be this one, because so far I have admired everything else Donna Tartt has written.
