A Bibliophile I am Not

I have never professed nor aspired to be a bibliophile. That’s the husband’s avocation, as our library will attest to.  Except for a period of time where my only reading materials outside of school was Reader’s Digest Condensed Books and with a few notable exceptions, I have always been a modern fiction reader.  I blame it on school’s incessant need to dissect and eke a learning experience out of anything.  […]

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