Young Woman Reading a Book, by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1875.
2014 has been a wonderful reading year for me. It was a year of re-reading old favorites, finding new authors to love, and just enjoying the book journey. The year began and is ending with two beloved books: The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame, and The Collected Stories of Winnie the Pooh, by A.A. Milne, both audiobook versions of childhood favorites. What pleasure to listen to both those books again! What warm memories of hearing them read over and over by my Dad, gone now 20 years. That’s the magic of books — book memories are timeless, and the pleasure never gets old. As we welcome in the New Year, this is my wish for you, dear book friends: May you have a wonderful reading year that adds many warm and timeless memories to your reading life! Happy New Year everyone!
A Fondness For Reading 
Happy New Year, Robin!
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I have no memories of being read to. Isn’t that strange? I remember my books, and indeed still have a few, but not my parents reading.
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Thanks, Kristen! And Happy New Year to you, too.
Nan, most of my being-read-to memories are from when I was very young — very early memories, and not a lot of them. (I have many more memories of the books read aloud to us at school). I wonder if being read to was just such a normal, regular part of life that nothing really stands out in our memories now?
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