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Toronto Ice Storm

I am very sorry that my 12 bookish days of Christmas were interrupted… I live in Toronto, and we had a major ice storm, with electricity, cell, and internet all affected.  I will post the last few days as soon as I can.

I hope you all got wonderful bookish presents, and have a good time boxing day book shopping!

A wondrous yuletide to you.

Christie

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Neil Gaiman: Why Our Future is Dependent on Reading

Neil Gaiman: Why our future depends on libraries, reading and daydreaming

A lecture explaining why using our imaginations, and providing for others to use theirs, is an obligation for all citizens.  Re-posted from The Guardian.

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‘We have an obligation to imagine’ … Neil Gaiman gives The Reading Agency annual lecture on the future of reading and libraries. Photograph: Robin Mayes

It’s important for people to tell you what side they are on and why, and whether they might be biased. A declaration of members’ interests, of a sort. So, I am going to be talking to you about reading. I’m going to tell you that libraries are important. I’m going to suggest that reading fiction, that reading for pleasure, is one of the most important things one can do. I’m going to make an impassioned plea for people to understand what libraries and librarians are, and to preserve both of these things.

And I am biased, obviously and enormously: I’m an author, often an author of fiction. I write for children and for adults. For about 30 years I have been earning my living though my words, mostly by making things up and writing them down. It is obviously in my interest for people to read, for them to read fiction, for libraries and librarians to exist and help foster a love of reading and places in which reading can occur.

So I’m biased as a writer. But I am much, much more biased as a reader. And I am even more biased as a British citizen.

And I’m here giving this talk tonight, under the auspices of the Reading Agency: a charity whose mission is to give everyone an equal chance in life by helping people become confident and enthusiastic readers. Which supports literacy programs, and libraries and individuals and nakedly and wantonly encourages the act of reading. Because, they tell us, everything changes when we read.

And it’s that change, and that act of reading that I’m here to talk about tonight. I want to talk about what reading does. What it’s good for.

I was once in New York, and I listened to a talk about the building of private prisons – a huge growth industry in America. The prison industry needs to plan its future growth – how many cells are they going to need? How many prisoners are there going to be, 15 years from now? And they found they could predict it very easily, using a pretty simple algorithm, based on asking what percentage of 10 and 11-year-olds couldn’t read. And certainly couldn’t read for pleasure.

It’s not one to one: you can’t say that a literate society has no criminality. But there are very real correlations.

And I think some of those correlations, the simplest, come from something very simple. Literate people read fiction.

Fiction has two uses. Firstly, it’s a gateway drug to reading. The drive to know what happens next, to want to turn the page, the need to keep going, even if it’s hard, because someone’s in trouble and you have to know how it’s all going to end … that’s a very real drive. And it forces you to learn new words, to think new thoughts, to keep going. To discover that reading per se is pleasurable. Once you learn that, you’re on the road to reading everything. And reading is key. There were noises made briefly, a few years ago, about the idea that we were living in a post-literate world, in which the ability to make sense out of written words was somehow redundant, but those days are gone: words are more important than they ever were: we navigate the world with words, and as the world slips onto the web, we need to follow, to communicate and to comprehend what we are reading. People who cannot understand each other cannot exchange ideas, cannot communicate, and translation programs only go so far.

The simplest way to make sure that we raise literate children is to teach them to read, and to show them that reading is a pleasurable activity. And that means, at its simplest, finding books that they enjoy, giving them access to those books, and letting them read them.

I don’t think there is such a thing as a bad book for children. Every now and again it becomes fashionable among some adults to point at a subset of children’s books, a genre, perhaps, or an author, and to declare them bad books, books that children should be stopped from reading. I’ve seen it happen over and over; Enid Blyton was declared a bad author, so was RL Stine, so were dozens of others. Comics have been decried as fostering illiteracy.

Enid Blyton's Famous Five book Five Get Into a FixNo such thing as a bad writer… Enid Blyton’s Famous Five. Photograph: Greg Balfour Evans/Alamy

It’s tosh. It’s snobbery and it’s foolishness. There are no bad authors for children, that children like and want to read and seek out, because every child is different. They can find the stories they need to, and they bring themselves to stories. A hackneyed, worn-out idea isn’t hackneyed and worn out to them. This is the first time the child has encountered it. Do not discourage children from reading because you feel they are reading the wrong thing. Fiction you do not like is a route to other books you may prefer. And not everyone has the same taste as you.

Well-meaning adults can easily destroy a child’s love of reading: stop them reading what they enjoy, or give them worthy-but-dull books that you like, the 21st-century equivalents of Victorian “improving” literature. You’ll wind up with a generation convinced that reading is uncool and worse, unpleasant.

We need our children to get onto the reading ladder: anything that they enjoy reading will move them up, rung by rung, into literacy. (Also, do not do what this author did when his 11-year-old daughter was into RL Stine, which is to go and get a copy of Stephen King’s Carrie, saying if you liked those you’ll love this! Holly read nothing but safe stories of settlers on prairies for the rest of her teenage years, and still glares at me when Stephen King’s name is mentioned.)

And the second thing fiction does is to build empathy. When you watch TV or see a film, you are looking at things happening to other people. Prose fiction is something you build up from 26 letters and a handful of punctuation marks, and you, and you alone, using your imagination, create a world and people it and look out through other eyes. You get to feel things, visit places and worlds you would never otherwise know. You learn that everyone else out there is a me, as well. You’re being someone else, and when you return to your own world, you’re going to be slightly changed.

Empathy is a tool for building people into groups, for allowing us to function as more than self-obsessed individuals.

You’re also finding out something as you read vitally important for making your way in the world. And it’s this:

The world doesn’t have to be like this. Things can be different.

I was in China in 2007, at the first party-approved science fiction andfantasy convention in Chinese history. And at one point I took a top official aside and asked him Why? SF had been disapproved of for a long time. What had changed?

It’s simple, he told me. The Chinese were brilliant at making things if other people brought them the plans. But they did not innovate and they did not invent. They did not imagine. So they sent a delegation to the US, to Apple, to Microsoft, to Google, and they asked the people there who were inventing the future about themselves. And they found that all of them had read science fiction when they were boys or girls.

Fiction can show you a different world. It can take you somewhere you’ve never been. Once you’ve visited other worlds, like those who ate fairy fruit, you can never be entirely content with the world that you grew up in. Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different.

And while we’re on the subject, I’d like to say a few words about escapism. I hear the term bandied about as if it’s a bad thing. As if “escapist” fiction is a cheap opiate used by the muddled and the foolish and the deluded, and the only fiction that is worthy, for adults or for children, is mimetic fiction, mirroring the worst of the world the reader finds herself in.

If you were trapped in an impossible situation, in an unpleasant place, with people who meant you ill, and someone offered you a temporary escape, why wouldn’t you take it? And escapist fiction is just that: fiction that opens a door, shows the sunlight outside, gives you a place to go where you are in control, are with people you want to be with(and books are real places, make no mistake about that); and more importantly, during your escape, books can also give you knowledge about the world and your predicament, give you weapons, give you armour: real things you can take back into your prison. Skills and knowledge and tools you can use to escape for real.

As JRR Tolkien reminded us, the only people who inveigh against escape are jailers.

Tolkien's illustration of Bilbo Baggins's homeTolkien’s illustration of Bilbo’s home, Bag End. Photograph: HarperCollins

Another way to destroy a child’s love of reading, of course, is to make sure there are no books of any kind around. And to give them nowhere to read those books. I was lucky. I had an excellent local library growing up. I had the kind of parents who could be persuaded to drop me off in the library on their way to work in summer holidays, and the kind of librarians who did not mind a small, unaccompanied boy heading back into the children’s library every morning and working his way through the card catalogue, looking for books with ghosts or magic or rockets in them, looking for vampires or detectives or witches or wonders. And when I had finished reading the children’s’ library I began on the adult books.

They were good librarians. They liked books and they liked the books being read. They taught me how to order books from other libraries on inter-library loans. They had no snobbery about anything I read. They just seemed to like that there was this wide-eyed little boy who loved to read, and would talk to me about the books I was reading, they would find me other books in a series, they would help. They treated me as another reader – nothing less or more – which meant they treated me with respect. I was not used to being treated with respect as an eight-year-old.

But libraries are about freedom. Freedom to read, freedom of ideas, freedom of communication. They are about education (which is not a process that finishes the day we leave school or university), about entertainment, about making safe spaces, and about access to information.

I worry that here in the 21st century people misunderstand what libraries are and the purpose of them. If you perceive a library as a shelf of books, it may seem antiquated or outdated in a world in which most, but not all, books in print exist digitally. But that is to miss the point fundamentally.

I think it has to do with nature of information. Information has value, and the right information has enormous value. For all of human history, we have lived in a time of information scarcity, and having the needed information was always important, and always worth something: when to plant crops, where to find things, maps and histories and stories – they were always good for a meal and company. Information was a valuable thing, and those who had it or could obtain it could charge for that service.

In the last few years, we’ve moved from an information-scarce economy to one driven by an information glut. According to Eric Schmidt of Google, every two days now the human race creates as much information as we did from the dawn of civilisation until 2003. That’s about five exobytes of data a day, for those of you keeping score. The challenge becomes, not finding that scarce plant growing in the desert, but finding a specific plant growing in a jungle. We are going to need help navigating that information to find the thing we actually need.

A boy reading in his school libraryPhotograph: Alamy

Libraries are places that people go to for information. Books are only the tip of the information iceberg: they are there, and libraries can provide you freely and legally with books. More children are borrowing books from libraries than ever before – books of all kinds: paper and digital and audio. But libraries are also, for example, places that people, who may not have computers, who may not have internetconnections, can go online without paying anything: hugely important when the way you find out about jobs, apply for jobs or apply for benefits is increasingly migrating exclusively online. Librarians can help these people navigate that world.

I do not believe that all books will or should migrate onto screens: as Douglas Adams once pointed out to me, more than 20 years before the Kindle turned up, a physical book is like a shark. Sharks are old: there were sharks in the ocean before the dinosaurs. And the reason there are still sharks around is that sharks are better at being sharks than anything else is. Physical books are tough, hard to destroy, bath-resistant, solar-operated, feel good in your hand: they are good at being books, and there will always be a place for them. They belong in libraries, just as libraries have already become places you can go to get access toebooks, and audiobooks and DVDs and web content.

A library is a place that is a repository of information and gives every citizen equal access to it. That includes health information. And mental health information. It’s a community space. It’s a place of safety, a haven from the world. It’s a place with librarians in it. What the libraries of the future will be like is something we should be imagining now.

Literacy is more important than ever it was, in this world of text and email, a world of written information. We need to read and write, we need global citizens who can read comfortably, comprehend what they are reading, understand nuance, and make themselves understood.

Libraries really are the gates to the future. So it is unfortunate that, round the world, we observe local authorities seizing the opportunity to close libraries as an easy way to save money, without realising that they are stealing from the future to pay for today. They are closing the gates that should be open.

According to a recent study by the Organisation for Economic Cooperation and Development, England is the “only country where the oldest age group has higher proficiency in both literacy and numeracy than the youngest group, after other factors, such as gender, socio-economic backgrounds and type of occupations are taken into account”.

Or to put it another way, our children and our grandchildren are less literate and less numerate than we are. They are less able to navigate the world, to understand it to solve problems. They can be more easily lied to and misled, will be less able to change the world in which they find themselves, be less employable. All of these things. And as a country, England will fall behind other developed nations because it will lack a skilled workforce.

Books are the way that we communicate with the dead. The way that we learn lessons from those who are no longer with us, that humanity has built on itself, progressed, made knowledge incremental rather than something that has to be relearned, over and over. There are tales that are older than most countries, tales that have long outlasted the cultures and the buildings in which they were first told.

I think we have responsibilities to the future. Responsibilities and obligations to children, to the adults those children will become, to the world they will find themselves inhabiting. All of us – as readers, as writers, as citizens – have obligations. I thought I’d try and spell out some of these obligations here.

I believe we have an obligation to read for pleasure, in private and in public places. If we read for pleasure, if others see us reading, then we learn, we exercise our imaginations. We show others that reading is a good thing.

We have an obligation to support libraries. To use libraries, to encourage others to use libraries, to protest the closure of libraries. If you do not value libraries then you do not value information or culture or wisdom. You are silencing the voices of the past and you are damaging the future.

We have an obligation to read aloud to our children. To read them things they enjoy. To read to them stories we are already tired of. To do the voices, to make it interesting, and not to stop reading to them just because they learn to read to themselves. Use reading-aloud time as bonding time, as time when no phones are being checked, when the distractions of the world are put aside.

We have an obligation to use the language. To push ourselves: to find out what words mean and how to deploy them, to communicate clearly, to say what we mean. We must not to attempt to freeze language, or to pretend it is a dead thing that must be revered, but we should use it as a living thing, that flows, that borrows words, that allows meanings and pronunciations to change with time.

We writers – and especially writers for children, but all writers – have an obligation to our readers: it’s the obligation to write true things, especially important when we are creating tales of people who do not exist in places that never were – to understand that truth is not in what happens but what it tells us about who we are. Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all. We have an obligation not to bore our readers, but to make them need to turn the pages. One of the best cures for a reluctant reader, after all, is a tale they cannot stop themselves from reading. And while we must tell our readers true things and give them weapons and give them armour and pass on whatever wisdom we have gleaned from our short stay on this green world, we have an obligation not to preach, not to lecture, not to force predigested morals and messages down our readers’ throats like adult birds feeding their babies pre-masticated maggots; and we have an obligation never, ever, under any circumstances, to write anything for children that we would not want to read ourselves.

We have an obligation to understand and to acknowledge that as writers for children we are doing important work, because if we mess it up and write dull books that turn children away from reading and from books, we ‘ve lessened our own future and diminished theirs.

We all – adults and children, writers and readers – have an obligation to daydream. We have an obligation to imagine. It is easy to pretend that nobody can change anything, that we are in a world in which society is huge and the individual is less than nothing: an atom in a wall, a grain of rice in a rice field. But the truth is, individuals change their world over and over, individuals make the future, and they do it by imagining that things can be different.

Look around you: I mean it. Pause, for a moment and look around the room that you are in. I’m going to point out something so obvious that it tends to be forgotten. It’s this: that everything you can see, including the walls, was, at some point, imagined. Someone decided it was easier to sit on a chair than on the ground and imagined the chair. Someone had to imagine a way that I could talk to you in London right now without us all getting rained on.This room and the things in it, and all the other things in this building, this city, exist because, over and over and over, people imagined things.

We have an obligation to make things beautiful. Not to leave the world uglier than we found it, not to empty the oceans, not to leave our problems for the next generation. We have an obligation to clean up after ourselves, and not leave our children with a world we’ve shortsightedly messed up, shortchanged, and crippled.

We have an obligation to tell our politicians what we want, to vote against politicians of whatever party who do not understand the value of reading in creating worthwhile citizens, who do not want to act to preserve and protect knowledge and encourage literacy. This is not a matter of party politics. This is a matter of common humanity.

Albert Einstein was asked once how we could make our children intelligent. His reply was both simple and wise. “If you want your children to be intelligent,” he said, “read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.” He understood the value of reading, and of imagining. I hope we can give our children a world in which they will read, and be read to, and imagine, and understand.

 This is an edited version of Neil Gaiman‘s lecture for the Reading Agency, delivered on Monday October 14 at the Barbican in London. The Reading Agency’s annual lecture series was initiated in 2012 as a platform for leading writers and thinkers to share original, challenging ideas about reading and libraries.

Happy continued reading.  It’s for the children!  Ha, not just procrastinating.

Christie

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Top 10 Most Read Books In the World

The 2nd one surprised me, and then… hmm, okay.  What do you guys think?  Accurate?  Surprising?  How many have you read?

Happy reading!

Christie

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New Moon – A Guest Review by Nitharshana P.

Sometimes for a good idea of what a teen will think of a book, you need a teen review.  Nitharshana, a middle school student, has written the following review (which I love and agree with) of New Moon by Stephanie Meyer.  Take it away, Nitharshana…

I have read the book New Moon by Stephenie Meyer and I have to say that this was one of the oddest books I have ever read.

Stephenie Meyer has done an excellent job of writing the story.  Her writing was clear and I understood the story more than I thought I would.   However, the more I understood the story, the more I despised it.  The main reason for me not liking this book is the main character.  Bella Swan is the most idiotic character I have ever read.  I understand why she would risk her life for her beloved’s.  Doing multiple suicide missions just to feel her love’s presence is plain stupidity.  That is what Bella was doing for three quarters of the story.  Luckily, she had her werewolf friends to save her each time.  If I could, I would ask Meggie or Mo from Inkheart to read me into this book so I could tell Bella how much a life is worth.  I enjoy fantasy stories, but in this case where Bella’s boyfriend leaves her and she can not cope, I just couldn’t take the book seriously anymore.

 

Even though this book is not my cup of tea, people who enjoy supernatural characters and romance would actually have a good time reading this.  Also, if you can cope with psychotic characters this would be a great book for you.  I hope you find something better in this book than I did.

-Nitharshana P.

 

What she said.    If you want to know what the target audience thinks… ask the target audience.    Thanks N.P.!

Happy (or not) reading!

 

Christie

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I Look Remarkably Like An Elf

Apparently, I look remarkably like an elf, according to a customer today.

Now there’s a statement that opens up a lot of questions you probably don’t want the answers to.   What kind of elf?  Like Cate Blanchett in Lord of the Rings elf, or Will Ferrell? Lawn gnome or Keebler?

And remarkably like an elf he’s seen in a movie, or like the little green men he sees in his mother’s basement?  Does he like elves or are they terrifying?  Compliment, or deadly insult?

This is going to bug me for a while.

Currently reading: The Reckoning, by Kelley Armstrong, thanks to Rolanda who hooked me on her teen stuff like a literary crack dealer.  Her adult stuff is also super fun, by the way.

 

Happy elfless reading.

Christie

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The Keeper Chronicles and Why You Shouldn’t Drink and Read

Reasons to love Tanya Huff’s Keeper Chronicles trilogy: Hilariously funny, great light fantasy reading, Jerry Springer is literally from hell and lots of Buffy references.  I think I could be friends with this woman.

Tanya Huff is a successful sci-fi/fantasy writer who used to work in a bookstore, so she gives me hope.  Her stuff is wonderfully fun and offbeat, and she has a twisted sense of humour.

If you’re looking for pure escapism, I highly recommend her stuff.

 

Speaking of working in a bookstore, here are some highlights from the past week:

“Do you give dishcountsh to cushtomersh who have no money caush they shpent it on vodka?”

“Can I pay one cent in cash and the rest on debit?”

“Do you have anything I can buy that’s free?”

 

Happy reading!

Christie

 

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River of Stars – Post II

Mmm.  Reading River of Stars was like having a fantastic meal with good wine.  I feel replete.

Guy Gavriel Kay (GGK) seems to do that well.  He also almost always makes me want to visit the places his novels are set – he does such a beautiful job of describing them with an appreciative eye that you feel like booking a ticket to go see the real-world version that inspired them.  Right now.   Maybe we could organize a charter tour of locales?  Anyone else in?

Despite the fact that GGK insists that River of Stars is not the sequel to Under Heaven, I think you will enjoy it more having read Under Heaven first.  They are set in the same world, albeit a few hundred years later, and reference is made more than once to the events of Under Heaven as history.

Under Heaven was based on the Tang dynasty, which was a time of glittering society, ultimate artistry, the pinnacle of sophistication.  And then it fell.  River of Stars is an homage to that old cliche – those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it – but also a twist on it where you can cling to the past too tightly, so that you can’t go forward because you won’t let go.

Regular readers of Kay will see this as a recurring theme in his work, how the past, and history affect us, and how the past and history change over time, and things are forgotten, or purposely rewritten.  He seems to view poets and musicians as vital to both remembering and rewriting the past as well as changing the future – a recurring theme, and one I greatly enjoy.  It makes me feel a little subversive every time I read a book or listen to a song.

I’m not sure this is the GGK book I would start with, if you’ve never read his stuff before.  I would go with either Tigana or A Song for Arbonne, and go with Under Heaven and River of Stars after – he writes so differently from almost everyone else out there that you need to ease into it .  Kay writes beautifully, like Monroe or Shields, but with a can’t put down story, like… I don’t know, no one.  He’s not like anyone.  Cross a best-selling political thriller with poetry and you get Kay.

As always, I feel you can’t go wrong with GGK – I hope you enjoy his books as much as I do.

 

Happy reading!

Christie

 

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How a Girl Without a Voice Becomes an Author – Carly’s Voice

The miracle of computers – we take them for granted, but what a boon to communication they have been in ways we never imagined.  It has enabled Carly Fleischmann, a young woman with autism, to give a true expert opinion on what living with autism is really like, and to smash everyone’s preconceptions in wonderful ways.

She writes about how it feels to have all your senses turned up to high volume, and no way of filtering the input.  She speaks of taking thousands of “photos” of someone’s face if she looks at them, which is why she doesn’t like looking people in the eye.  It’s too overwhelming.  And she does all this through her computer, since she doesn’t speak.

Here is the book trailer (have I mentioned I love book trailers?):

I am gaining a whole new perspective on autism, thanks to Carly.  This book is like mind yoga – it stretches out and wakes up all kinds of notions you had, which is great.   She has a blog, and is active on Twitter – @CarlysVoice .  She created an interactive site called Carly’s Café to let users experience what it is like to be autistic.  This young woman is a force to be reckoned with, and I’m looking forward to the changes she helps make.

Happy reading!

Christie

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Bunnicula – A Review by Jade

I think that this book should be republished because it does not have the right adjectives.  I thought that harold the dog was a small little puppy that was brown. But turned out that he was actually a big golden retriever. I also thought  that chester the cat was a black cat like the ones that witches have.But i dident even know that BUNNICULA was black and white. Just read the book and go back to  your child hood in grade 2. Then look at the first chapter it has no adjectives for what chester and harold look like or BUNNICULA.  So you have an entirely diffrent picture in your head just like my teacher Mrs.Saunders told me.If Mrs.Saunders is reading this thank you so much for teaching me about adjectives. Or i would not know what to say.Any way i love this book. You should realy read it or give it to your kids just like my mom who owns this blog. so happy reading!p.s.My most favorite part of the book is on the cover TODAY VEGETABLES TOMORROW THE WORLD!

Jade

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River of Stars

I met Guy Gavriel Kay (henceforth referred to as GGK, because I’m lazy) last week.  The occasion was the launch of his newest book, River of Stars.  I am about halfway through it, and it is as beautifully written as everything else he’s done.

Have you ever met one of your heroes?  I’m not sure hero is exactly the right word, but you get the picture.

I have read everything GGK has written, except his volume of poetry, which I intend to lay hands on at some point.   His A Song for Arbonne may be my favorite book of all time.  I have strong-armed family members into reading his books, including my husband, who now counts the Fionavar Tapestry trilogy as his favorite books, having edged out The Lord of the Rings and David Eddings’ Sapphire Rose trilogy.  At the bookstore, GGK is my author.   I must have sold hundreds of his books by now, guaranteeing that customers will love his writing.   And he has no idea who I am.

That’s the strangest feeling.  Someone who has been such an influence in your life, through his writing, and it’s entirely a one-sided relationship.   It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate his readers, because he does.  At the book launch he mentioned that he’s especially lucky to have readers who are willing to let him write slowly, taking years between books, so he can be a perfectionist.  But I’m just one of the faceless thousands, and after having signed my giant pile of his books, he will forget me immediately.

I wasn’t really expecting him to hug me like a long-lost relative, but I hadn’t really thought about it until I was actually face-to-face with him.  It was very… professional.  Oh well.

The library will be posting a video of GGK’s reading and interview on their site soon, if you’re interested.

I’m going back to River of Stars, now.

Happy Reading!

Christie

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