Young and in Love with a Book

When I was younger, up to about age fifteen, I devoured books indiscriminately. It didn't matter what they were - as long as they were in reach, I'd pick them up for a quick nose and come to my senses about three hours later with the book finished, or when someone forcibly pried it off... Continue Reading →

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