Books Make the Home

This blog is about some of the books I read, some I meant to read, plan to read and others that have been sitting on bookshelves just waiting for me to actually open them and learn something. 

The untouchables of my childhood

I grew up in a home that had over 5000 books, most of which I was afraid to touch. The books were rare, collectible treasures from my grandfather. Books were everywhere. In big glass enclosed book cases lining the walls of the living room, bedrooms and hallways.  Great literature.  Books by Virginia Woolf such as first editions with dustjacket of Night and Day, To the Lighthouse and A Room of One's Own.  Even if I wanted to read them, they were untouchable.   I got the paperback versions.

There were some good books here.

With all those books around, I became a reader.

While I may not have always chose the books my mother thought I should read, books actually saved me from the grown-up angst and chaos that swirled around me in my young life.