The first book I ever read by myself was Stone Soup, retold by William Furstenberg. It’s taped together and battered, but it still sits on my bookshelf all these years later.

I’m happiest when my nose is in a book and a cup of tea is in my hand. Books tend to swallow me. It’s not uncommon for me to disappear in a book, only to emerge a couple of days later hungry and disheveled as I struggle to adjust to being forced back into reality.  With a few rare exceptions, I don’t discriminate against genres or works. Writers have to read. This mindset has led to some interesting discoveries that leave me thankful that the library doesn’t publicly post your borrowing history. I am currently working on the third book in the Ransom Series, Reign of the Judges.

(Photo courtesy of J. Sperl.)