I love books, and how they feel in my hands, solid and sincere. How they smell – either a new one: crisp, fresh paper and clear ink; or a much-loved older one: musty and well-paged. I love sentences, words, and how they are put together. I love writing and playing with words. I am never without a book; in fact, I feel terribly insecure if I don’t have one next to my bed. If all else fails, the back of the cereal box has been known to help, as well as the spam mail in the letter box.
I belong to two book clubs and work in a school library, so I read a great deal. Friends of mine know this, so I often get phone calls asking for recommendations. Sure enough, when I’m put on the spot, I can’t remember one title of any book – which is why I started the blog.