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I have always been a fan of the written word. Some of my fondest memories are of going to the library, and looking at all the stacks of books. I would then try to pick just a few to borrow. Reading takes us places where many of us will never go, Egypt, France, England, and even other planets. You get the idea. Lately, I have been reviewing books, and often get asked if I have a blog. Well, here it is. I will post books, my reviews, and show featured books. I want to help all the Indie Writers I have met, and those I will hopefully meet in the future. Not sure where this blog will take me. Let’s find out together 🙂

54 thoughts on “Welcome”

  1. Your first post should be from family. You go Debb! Looking forward to the “Debb notes” so I get an Idea for my next read.

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  5. I have very fond memories of going to libraries as a child. There was nothing more exciting than an armload of adventures yet to be discovered and not knowing which one I would read first. A library sale draws me like a bee – books I can keep! (The drawback to libraries is that you have to give the books back, sometimes a difficult parting. So a library sale is a wonderful thing). 😀

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  6. Me too ! Some of my best childhood memories are of time spent in my local libarary. Seeing ALL those books just waiting to be explored. I too like library sales 🙂
    Thank you for following my blog 🙂

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  8. I love libraries! Probably my favorite public spaces to spend time. I am actually working on renovating a building to be the first “Contemplation Center” which is sort of like a library that is open 24/7 to the public to find a quiet place to practice contemplation (what I call prayer or meditation), as well as providing food and shelter to people in need within a community.

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  9. Good luck with your new blog. I do hope you get lots of traffic. Thanks so much for visiting my author blog…appreciate it. I do hope you will review an anthology I am involved with, in aid of The Princess Alice Hospice, Esher, Surrey UK…in memory of editor, writer and blogger, Maxine Clarke who has been a prolific supporter of writers all her life. I will email you about In A Word: Murder. Thanks, Jane.

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  11. Debb,
    You brought me back to the days when my mom used to take me and my sister to the library close to home. We could never bring home enough books and I always wanted more than my limit. It was such a good feeling. Inviting and comfy. The books were always a great escape!

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  18. I grew up in a small town in New Jersey. I used to walk to the center of town to go to the library. The tiny building was tucked in behind the town hall and the fire department. I think I wanted to go just to look at the building itself. It appeared as if it had come out of a fairy tale. The exterior walls were stuccoed and dark brown trim wrapped around the roof and the windows. I would spend countless hours sitting on the floor of the children’s section pulling one book at a time off the shelf and trying to decide what books I would bring home to read. It’s a very sweet memory indeed! Thanks for bringing it back to life.

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  20. Hi Debb333 (i think, not a. Good morning for my eyes). Thank you for reading and following my blog. I could not get through the other way through wordpress, so I hope ths is o.k?
    Evelyn

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  21. Only in the last few years have I not gone to the local Library. I am too disabked now, even though it is ithin a normal persons walking distance. I used to love looking around this library ( since moving to the area some 40 years ago), to find my Golanz yellow covered scific anthologies, and other books. Now, of course, I treasure my Kindle, and the choices therein.
    Evelyn

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  24. I am a voracious reader, too. I teach kids – 13-14 year olds so I have focused my reading on adolescent literature – fiction and nonfiction, though most of my reading has been nonfiction this past year as I taught science and US history. It’s all relative. I have books, and books and books.

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