I read.. because one life is not enough

I read.. because one life is not enough

I read because one of these days I'm going to get out of this town, and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody, and I want to be ready

I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.

The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.

Read to your children Twenty minutes a day; You have the time, And so do they. Read while the laundry is in the machine; Read while the dinner cooks; Tuck a child in the crook of your arm And reach for the library books. Hide the remote, Let the computer games cool, For one day your children will be off to school; Remedial? Gifted? You have the choice; Let them hear their first tales In the sound of your voice. Read in the morning; Read over noon; Read by the light of Goodnight Moon. Turn the pages together, Sitting close as you'll fit, Till a small voice beside you says, "Hey, don't quit.

With the poetry of plain speaking, Shannon Hitchcock recreates the daily drama of a vanished world.