That’s what reading was for my mother, and became for me – a way to escape, a private time machine, a place that began with moral instruction but soon morphed into empathy and imagination.
That’s what reading was for my mother, and became for me –
That’s what reading was for my mother, and became for me – a way to escape, a private time machine, a place that began with moral instruction but soon morphed into empathy and imagination.
