I’ve treasured these venerable places since I was a child
wandering among the silent, lofty corridors of books in our elegant Carnegie
library. I know that there were always plenty of other people around, but I
have this sense that I was often alone in the slightly dim and mysterious aisles
populated with adventure and humour and tragedy, each book waiting to invite
you into its world. Was that the mischievous Cat in the Hat peeking
around the corner? And surely that was brooding Heathcliff whom I just glimpsed
out of the corner of my eye. I loved the weight of the books I was hauling
home, excited to climb into them as soon as I could. Just as good, was sitting
at the polished tables doing research for a school project, lingering late into
the evening in that special place where books were cherished and respected.
So when I was asked by the Walker’s Point Community Library
if I would be willing to donate three of my novels I was happy to do so.
Honoured, in fact, that they liked the two Muskoka Novels they already had and
wanted more. It’s exciting to see your books on a shelf, with the possibility
that they will touch the hearts and imaginations of those who choose to delve
into them.
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