NW Book Lovers

This piece was originally published on the Island Books blog. Growing up, I loved getting lost in books. It didn’t matter to me if the book was adventurous, dramatic, suspenseful, or fantastical; as long as it transported me somewhere else, I was happy. I’d be so immersed in my book that I’d barely hear my parents calling me for dinner. Another chapter— just one more— often took priority over the chores my father asked me to do with decreasing patience. …