Miss Lynn
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I grew up with my nose inside a book. At twelve years old my Mother took me to our family doctor and told him she felt there might be something mentally wrong with me as I seemed to live my life buried in books, she was right, but, she was also wrong. Mentally I was overwhelmed by an alcoholic father whose joy in life was to beat his children, mentally I was craving a hiding place, a safe place to escape to, a place that was mine, only mine, a place where no one could hurt me, and that place was inside of books, the wonderful world of books, the world of far off lands and people, a place "he" could never go to, a place he could never hurt me.
Fifty four years later I am thankful for every book that ever came into my life and let me live inside of them. Fifty four years later I am grateful to every author that wrote every book I have ever read, good or bad, they gave me the gift of their words, their thoughts, their stories, their dreams, their passions, their friendships, gifts that I can never return in kind, and maybe that is the way it is supposed to be, just maybe.
Fifty four years later I still love books, not for the same reason as before, but rather because I just love books, and the ever changing world of possibilities and soulful riches that lie within crisp new pages, or the softened old pages, of my very best friends, My Books.
May your day be all that you wish it to be.
Lynn
Fifty four years later I am thankful for every book that ever came into my life and let me live inside of them. Fifty four years later I am grateful to every author that wrote every book I have ever read, good or bad, they gave me the gift of their words, their thoughts, their stories, their dreams, their passions, their friendships, gifts that I can never return in kind, and maybe that is the way it is supposed to be, just maybe.
Fifty four years later I still love books, not for the same reason as before, but rather because I just love books, and the ever changing world of possibilities and soulful riches that lie within crisp new pages, or the softened old pages, of my very best friends, My Books.
May your day be all that you wish it to be.
Lynn
