EVERYTIME

I am hungry reader – in more ways than one. I gobbled up stories and never had my fill. At the same time (while I am reading), I wanted a real taste of whatever food the people in the stories were eating. In time (just recently), I lost the habit of eating what I read about, but never my hunger for reading. I think the stories we love when we were kids stay with us, somewhere in our hearts, to feed our imaginations. We never outgrow our need for them, anymore than we outgrow our need for food. But to me, the books I love are better than a feast.