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I don’t remember learning how to read. I remember learning to sound out new words, but I don’t remember ever not knowing how to read some words. My father used to swear I read the little cloth baby books they gave me when I was tiny.
Books have always been an important part of my life—Little Golden Books, Dr. Seuss, Pippi Longstocking, the Trixie Belden mysteries I devoured like candy, stand-alone favorites like Elizabeth George Speare’s The Witch of Blackbird Pond, which I reread every year as a teenager and which I still reread every now and then. I’ve read countless books over the years. Some have been mere acquaintances and many have been long-time friends.
Books take us to places we couldn’t otherwise go. They teach us things we didn’t know. They help us expand our understanding of the world and the people who live in it…
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