Books in my life

I was reminded while reading the blog at Cafe Hayek of the importance of your parents in shaping your life. Certainly they make a significant contribution which in my case includes my love of books. I remember books in our living room, not only on the shelves but being read by my parents. From the earliest that I can remember I had my own personal books along with a book shelf and my own desk. My books included some, like Alice in Wonderland and Through the Lookingglass, that I still have and cherish and reread. This love of books included regular visits to the library as well, imbedding the images of its rooms in my mind almost as clearly as those of my own home. If asked why do you read I must answer: I read to live.