My childhood home was littered with books on every available surface. They were stacked in wobbly piles on the floor, and two deep on the few makeshift shelves that threatened to collapse as we rooted around for something interesting to read. Imagine my unbridled delight at having floor to ceiling, wall to wall shelves in my adult home! Imagine also what it must be like to have no home, no place to call your own, and even worse, no country …
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