As a young girl, I read voraciously. I had to be told to not bring a book to the table, not to read in the midst of “company,” and that I had to shut my light out at 9 PM and “put your book away.” I read in the car on the inevitable Sunday drives to my grandparents’ or when we accompanied (not necessarily by choice) my dad to drop a line in and fish. I …
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