Books Really Do Open Doors to the World by Lisa Schroeder
From the author of today’s re-blog:
“… somewhere along the way, I realized I didn’t want to write what I know. I wanted to write what I wanted to know.”
When I was growing up, we didn’t travel much. We went camping sometimes, when I was young and my parents were still married. After they divorced, though, most of my vacations were spent at my grandparents’ farm. It was a wonderful place, and I was happy to be there, but I also wondered about the world – wondered what it was li...
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