from The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop

February 13, 2008 Categories: Books , Commonplace Book | 3 Comments  

The books of our childhood offer a vivid door to our own pasts, and not necessarily for the stories we read there, but for the memories of where we were and who we were when we were reading them; to remember a book is to remember the child who read that book.

from p. 36-37 of The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop by Lewis Buzbee

3 Comments

  1. Lawanda

    Aww that is so true.

  2. Lisa

    What a lovely passage!

    Happy Valentine’s Day! Thank you for your prayers!

  3. carrie

    Lisa – you’re welcome – glad you’re doing better!