October 2016

Confessions of a Bibliofile

Photo of a child reading Braille

I love to read and always have. I remember pestering my mother to read the Little Golden Books when I was about three, and trying hard to make sense of those dark marks on the page. Mom told me they were “letters,” but she couldn’t explain why they looked nothing like the ones which came in the mail. All of the marks looked alike to the three-year old me, so I must have thought some kind of magic was involved, or mom had a great imagination.