As I am sure I have stated far too many times, perhaps akin to being hit repeatedly over the head with a frying pan, I love to read. Absolutely love it. I think some people wouldn’t recognize me without my head buried in a book. I was an English major – explanation enough.
Repetition aside, I thought I’d start a regular feature where I discuss books that I have recently read, fondly remember from grade school or have read so many times they are not so much books but piles of paper held together by a few determined strands of cardboard binding.
First up: People of the Book by Geraldine Brooks. Continue reading