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I’m a reader. Maybe I inherited that from my dad who spent the entirety of one family vacation reading Atlas Shrugged. The irony is I remember one car trip when he told me to put my book down and look at the sights.
And Christmas? All I wanted was books. I used to time myself to see how fast I could read Nancy Drew. But I never joined a book club. My friend Sarah has a book club for herself – writing notes after each book she reads. What a convenient idea! Me, myself and I with a book (or Kindle!).