time was when I used to have books for lunch and dinner...on the way to work, in between chores, a comfortable moment etc...now its more erratic, they just hang on for my attention when I can oblige...life changes, doesnt it? But I can never not have a book to return to. They've been part of me for as long as I can remember...and it runs in the genes too.
my memory isnt as sharp as it could be...I know I love the books I do, I can retrieve some snatches but not as much as bonafide book-lovers do...they can recite whole pages even. I can't.
But I love books in my own kooky way. I still have the dog-eared ones from my school days...4th, 5th grade on...love the smell of them...they form part of some good memories!
I'm already building a collection for her...a legacy of some good books...if not much by the way of assets, atleast she will never want for books :-D