This time of year I often reread some of my favorite books, or, as I refer to them, "comfort" books. I have many of them and they are varied in subject matter and content.
Some are special to me because I read them at times in my life that I look back on fondly. Others are special because my mom and I shared them and read them together. And, still others are books that helped me cope with stressful events in life.
Reading is such a comfort to me. It is the one thing in my life that has not changed over the years. Books have served me well as good companions, ones I can learn from and enjoy. Relaxing with a book I've read previously is the same as getting together with an old friend--one I am totally comfortable with--and one I know will not change.
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