When I was young, books were my best friends.
Could be said my only friends.
I'd forsake the companionship of humans in my eternal quest to discover what happened on the next page.
Would David and Sophie's friendship be discovered?
Would Heathcliff and Cathy find a way to be together?
Would Jo really marry that bear of a man?
As we prepare to move to Cape Breton, I find myself purging and packing with wild abandon, and yet, it is of my books, lugged in boxes from house to house over the years, that I feel most protective.
A decision has been made.
Only my true loves are making this journey.
The ones I cannot bear to leave behind.
The ones of which, the thought of parting, brings tears.
The Count Of Monte Cristo
The Eyes of The Dragon
The Handmaid's Tale
To Kill A Mockingbird
The Sound and The Fury
There will be others.