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Richard, Harry and I have something in common.

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    Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.  Lemony Snicket

     Books are uniquely portable magic. Stephen King

Whether it's "Far from the Madding Crowd" or "Jill's Gymkana," Harry--like his Creator--enjoys a good book.

One of the things I really relate to in terms of Richard Armitage and the character said to be most like him, Harry Kennedy, is their fondness for books. When I was a little girl, one rarely saw me without a volume of some sort in my hand. It might be a book of fairy tales or one of our World Book Encyclopedias. I loved books–always have, always will. There’s a reason why my spectacles kept getting thicker and thicker over the years.

I was addicted to a good read before I ever made it to the first grade.

My older sisters used to read to me at bedtime. One of my favorite stories was Miss Suzy, about a kind-hearted grey squirrel and the doll house she lived in. I don’t know how many times those poor girls had to read it. I am certain at times they wanted to build a bonfire and cheerfully toss that volume on top of it. Another one I loved was Miss Twiggley’s Tree.  Apparently something about eccentric females-human and otherwise–who lived in trees captured my fancy. I am thrilled to see both of these books are still in print and drawing high ratings at Amazon.

The eccentric Miss Twiggley was scoffed at by the townspeople, but when a flood came, they were glad to join her in her cozy treehouse.

The book I knew by heart after my sisters read it to me countless times. A kind squirrel and a group of gallant toy soldiers become good friends and make a home in a doll house after Suzy is chased out of her home by some mean red squirrels.

Being read to as a child by two older sisters who loved to read, in a house where I was surrounded by books,  in an era when there was no satellite television, no home computers or video games, it seemed pretty natural that I would become a bookworm. I was the youngest and spent more time alone, so I learned to amuse myself. And taking these wonderful flights of fancy with these stories–to other countries, other cultures, other times and even other planets–kept me from ever being bored.  So many books–so little time, indeed.

A good book. A cozy cat. Toss in a cup of coffee or glass of sweet tea and I am a happy camper.

Some people today would pity me a childhood without all the bells and whistles found today. And be assured, I would miss all this modern technology–e-mail, search engines, this very blog, a jillion channels on the satellite and that handy-dandy DVR feature–but in many ways I am glad I didn’t have exposure to all of that. Instead, I used my imagination. I made mud pies and rode my bike and my red Radio Flyer wagon, I played with my Barbies (that’s a whole ‘nother post), took grand adventures on my bouncing toy “pony” and made a tent between the twin beds and “camped out.” I sketched and I crafted and occasionally practiced the piano.  And I read. A lot.

I have so very many books that I have loved from childhood–Little Women, King of the Wind, The Snowstorm, A Walk in the Woods, to name just a few. I am sure you have your own favorites. It seems to me Richard’s fans are, by and large, readers, part of that greater sister and brotherhood of those who know the “uniquely portable magic” that is a good read.