When one of my sons was small, he always had his nose in a book. In fact, an overzealous gym teacher once told his older brother that he should tell the younger that he shouldn’t be reading so much at recess. I figured if a six year old wanted to read Harry Potter at recess, I’d just let him. He’s still a voracious reader – both the boys are –  much as his mother is, and it got me thinking recently about the books I loved in my childhood. I still have some of them, although I admit that others got donated when… Read more…