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I can thank my Mom for my love of reading. She loved her romance/trash novels. I remember going through her stack of books.When I was 13, I picked up Harold Robbin's The Carpetbaggers from her pile of books. I read it over a weekend and when my Mom found out she was horrified. It was kind of racy for the times I remember. She took me to the library that same week for my first library card. I spent hours there every week. Also purchased books through the Weekly Reader at school. That's where I got my first copy of Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time. I can't imagine what my life would be like without a love for books.
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