Straight from the Porch

Why did I include a bookshelf on this blog? Before I learned to simply sit and watch the world go by, I never stepped onto the porch without a book. Summer afternoons after what we called dinner, Grandad slept in the hammock while I raced through escapades of Nancy Drew Girl Detective, or Cherry Ames Student Nurse.  With mid-teens came gooey Janet Lambert books followed by the overwrought likes of GWTW and Root out of Dry Ground. I spent high school summers with books I wasn’t anxious for my grandparents to see: Catcher in the Rye, The Bell Jar, The Group. …