Now that I am getting used to the concept of placing the word “writer” behind my name, it’s making me think more about the impact that books have had on my life. I don’t mean the lump I received from a textbook in school, thrown my way by a teacher with a particularly good aim. I mean the books which I can say, to some degree or another, created a line in my life. The bit before I read it, and the bit after I’d read it.
These books are ones that I hold dear to this day and have, in each case, read over and over.
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S. Thurtle 