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Lynne Hugo's avatar

Oh, Alice, you have so returned me to my childhood and early adolescent summer days of losing myself in books (and being chastised for ruining my eyesight). How I loved that, and missed it, once I had to start having summer jobs. I remember, too, in school, being caught by a teacher reading instead of doing whatever assignment I was supposed to be doing, scolded and how she firmly closed and took the book away from me. I wonder now which cadences of good writing and which small moments of insight in crafted words gave me the notion that I, too, could do this? When exactly did that spark get lit and never be extinguished? Thank you for another lovely essay.

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Linda Zarett's avatar

I loved Beyond That, The Sea. It was so well written - a quiet novel that resonates. I just finished Go As A River by Shelley Read and loved that as well. I am now starting Bird Hotel by Joyce Maynard. I join you in your feelings about reading and how childhood summers were even more special with a book in hand. To this day I always have a book with me. Reading simply makes life better.

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