I have a propensity for acquiring books. My small, upstairs office has shelves full of them. I have a friend who runs a small bookstore in Warrenton, Virginia. Originally from Portland, Oregon, I find my memories are keen of Powell’s, a legendary independent bookstore touted as the world’s largest. I like everything about books, and I like people who share my love of books.
For me, there is something magical about turning those first pages of a new book and starting to read—what new information awaits? What characters will I meet? What mystery will be solved? What drama will unfold?—a whole new world in words, perhaps sprinkled with photos or illustrations.
