336: Cute Enough to Adopt

I like all seasons, but summer is always particularly special. Until adulthood I always spent them on a small island in Maine with my family. Summer became a time when we always baked all our snacks fresh, when we'd spend the long days out playing in the sun and when we'd get a whole lot of reading done. The local library seems to stock more old books than new and there was something wonderful about reading a first edition of the Wizard of Oz or a copy of Treasure Island with the N.C. Wyeth illustrations. Even now when I want to read an old book, I have a real hankering to find a copy with soft musty pages slightly yellowed by age, so that I can feel the weight of the years as I delve into the story.