It's difficult to remember how this passion for reading began. For it is a passion, it is an overmastering feeling ever present. It burns, it draws me into the written word, it soothes me and enrages me but it is always there, my faithful companion. Maybe it is in my blood, since both my mother and grandfather were avid readers.
Anyway, I can't hold it back anymore. I'll try to give this my best.
Anyway, I can't hold it back anymore. I'll try to give this my best.
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