I have sometimes dreamt that when the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards — their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble — the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when He sees us coming with our books under our arms, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.”
Today we celebrate Virginia Woolf who was born on this day in 1882.
A Fondness For Reading 
Love this! And, yes, my view of Heaven is a giant library. That would be perfect for me.
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For me, too, Kay,
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Love this, and love her!!!!!!!!!
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Nan, I do too (love both)!
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Wonderful! I bought The Measure of Life: Virginia Woolf’s Last Years by Herbert Marder in December of 2007. It’s been on my shelf, unread, for a decade! Once I finish with my read-a-long book (The Portrait of A Lady), I shall start in on this one. It’s time!
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Les, it sounds really interesting! I hadn’t heard of it so now I’ll have to go searching!
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