Rewriting Our Future

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I work in a library, so you can rightly assume I am interested in language and the written word.

Books are a drop of ink added to someone’s thoughts – and if you enjoy reading or writing – that ink is like a drug. I’ve been addicted since I was 7 years old. Some of my very best childhood memories are being read to by my Mother and summer-time trips to the bookmobile when school was out.

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