
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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I love books. Growing up they were whole new worlds waiting to be read and enjoyed. The possibilities contained in their covers intrigued, educated, and sustained me. I grew up scolded by every authority figure I’ve ever known for reading too much and/or at inappropriate times. Reading a book is as natural to me as walking and I can do both at the same time. Most of my disposable income is spent on books. Most of the unpacked boxes in my attic are books. I also revel in doing it myself and reusing anything instead of throwing it away. Making books seems to be a completely logical evolution in my life.

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