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elrhiarhodan ([personal profile] elrhiarhodan) wrote 2025-02-16 07:22 pm (UTC)

Growing up, my family room was filled with books. On the left side was the wall with my mom's collection of Very Special Heritage Books in their cases and the books still in their onion skin paper wrappers on the very top shelf. The next two shelves were decades worth of the quarterly editions of Reader's Digest Condensed Books. In the middle was the big family television set and no shelves because of the aerial antenna (and until I was in 7th grade, it was a black and white set!). On the right side, were all of the regular fiction books from my mother and father's reading life, mostly before they had kids, and a lot of my mother's favorites from before she was married. A lot of middle-brow fiction, a lot of non-fiction about world events. When friends came over, they were always stunned at how many books we had.

I kept a few of them when my parents sold the house, and many make this list. Books were always a part of my life.


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