Books
For the life of me, I cannot remember when I started to read. When I try, when I reach my mind back as far into my past as it will go, books are there, staring me in the face. One of my earliest memories has my four-year-old counterpart reading a Peanuts comic book to my grandmother before a Thanksgiving dinner. Another invokes a book someone gave to my brother, a paperback of rather poorly written vampire stories. The fact that they were poorly written didn't really matter; after all, they were vampire stories and my brother and I read them incessantly.
These pages are dedicated to books and the role they play in my life and yours.
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