Ode to all the Books I’ve Loved Before

I’m white-knuckling the steering wheel as my thirteen-year-old son fumes in the front seat beside me. We turn south out of the city library’s parking lot. His words flatten me like a leaf between the pages of the complete works of Shakespeare. You can’t force me to like books! The trip to the library has … Continue reading Ode to all the Books I’ve Loved Before