I’ve had a library card for about as long as I can remember. Growing up, there were two public libraries within walking distance of my house. But I can’t say that I recall being in them much. A lot of my books were checked out of the school library, not to be opened until I was slung across the wing back chair in the living room. That chair was my favorite place to read. My head rested comfortably up against one of the wings and my legs dangled over the arm. Continue reading “Book Club”
Bon Appetit Hon 