I come from a long line of bookworms. It’s not just me, oh no. My grandmother was the Queen Bookworm! She would tell us about a book she had been reading, and the story would just come alive right in front of our eyes! And she had a steady stream of books coming into her house at all times. It was kind of like Netflix nowadays, except that instead of movies, she was receiving talking books. She received audio books in the mail from a national audio book library, because, she had lost most of her site from macular degeneration. The books (tapes) came in these big, green boxes and quite often she had a backup. And things were just a mess. I remember trying to get them bagged up with her, so the mailman could return the ones she’d listened to. Oh, that mailman just loved us! ;) She usually kept them on a shelf of an end table, but, sometimes there just wasn’t enough room for all of them. I bet if she had had some audio racks, she could have kept them more organized. Either way, she was definitely a bookworm mentor of mine!
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