I. Can’t. Stop. Reading.

I. Can’t. Stop. Reading.

I'm counting down a lifetime of books . . . ones that I actually enjoyed.

My need to read started at three years old when I brought my birthday party to a standstill. The first present that I opened was a stack of ten comic books. I forgot all about the party. My guests hopped from foot to foot in exasperation, wanting to see what the other presents were. Too bad, I was in another world.

This website will be a recalling of books I have enjoyed over the years. Perhaps you, Inquisitive Reader, will enjoy some of them, too. Like a mosquito in a nudist colony, there is much material to work with, so let's begin.

(Oh, the birthday party? The other kids got permission to open my presents. I didn't care. I was reading.)

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