from The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop
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
Aww that is so true.
February 14th, 2008 at 6:25 amWhat a lovely passage!
Happy Valentine’s Day! Thank you for your prayers!
February 14th, 2008 at 3:18 pmLisa - you’re welcome - glad you’re doing better!
February 14th, 2008 at 10:18 pm