For some people, the years between when they learn how to read and, say, leave home, consist of reading. To others, that idea is perplexing. I was married for a time to a man whose childhood was vivid with incident: capsizing boats, burying treasure, writing “I will not leave my seat” in grammar school, and then being glued to his seat by the nuns when …
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