tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12546017.post7807174554972172583..comments2023-12-22T10:17:24.280-05:00Comments on Bookpuddle: Splash du Jour: ThursdayCiprianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00254338542624853230noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12546017.post-22681986830459001892007-03-02T22:23:00.000-05:002007-03-02T22:23:00.000-05:00I wish I could say I read like that in high school...I wish I could say I read like that in high school, but for me that type of reading came later. Although I have always loved reading, I don't think I appreciated books in the same way then as I do now!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12546017.post-13640711654687390562007-03-02T01:20:00.000-05:002007-03-02T01:20:00.000-05:00"I read because I haveonly this one brief life, bu..."I read because I have<BR/>only this one brief life, but I want to live a thousand lives."<BR/><BR/>I couldn't agree more. Books reach out into other lives and other worlds one could not get to know otherwise. I couldn't live without books.<BR/><BR/>I read "To Kill a Mockingbird" as an eleven year old (stolen secretly from my father's shelves), not much later Dostojevsky's "Crime and Punishment". Both left a lasting impression. I re-read Dostojevsky recently with my 16 year old. Same fascinating read.Merisihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16781937797213521146noreply@blogger.com