Books and libraries have always been a healing place for me. I can remember the library from our childhood in Holliston Mass--an amazing library (at least in my memory)--as a place that was hard to leave. The original Wizard of Oz series and anything by Roald Dahl were my books of choice then. When I moved to Wiscasset as a young mom, I spent hours reading, nursing in a comfy chair in the corner of one of the rooms and the sun came in the window at the perfect angle--John Steinbeck was the author of choice at one time. I moved to Richmond and friendships around authors grew--Elizabeth Berg, Alice Hoffman, John Irving and so many more. Now I listen to murder mysteries in the car much to my friend's dismay, but even these books heal me--sometimes the life stories I hear make escape necessary. I will always have books, and a bookcase, it is a mini retreat even if during school and busy times I simply touch the books, I am comforted, I am not alone and I am quite often healed.
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