The age of books is quickly being replaced by electronic toys. From reading off Kindles to listening to audio versions on an Ipod, stories are continuing to be shared but sadly the physical connection is becoming obsolete.
As a young girl, I loved to pick out a new adventure from the city library. I would find a comfortable spot under a willow tree or the mouth of a cave and explore a new life story. Having the book physically in my hands gave me the feeling of belonging. Smelling the pages and feeling the coarse paper kept me connected. I felt I had every right to be involved in the story and the lives of the characters.
As a young girl I spent the summer with my ‘Honey’ grandma. The day I left to go back home, she slipped the following note into my hand as we hugged goodbye.
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