From the comments from my Stephen King no e-book post and Digital vs. Print books post, many people made me think about what I love about books. Someone mentioned the memories that books become a part of and the connections we make with them, and I decided to trace my love with them. It’s a lifelong affair, and I’m not ready to give it up. I can’t remember a time when my bedroom didn’t have a bookshelf. From Dr. Suess to Mother Goose, I had all kinds of books that progressed in size as I got older. My earliest memories of books was sitting on my bed at night with my mom reading to my older brother and me from C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien,…![]()
