Month of Gratitude

This summer, Eliza indulged my whim and found the grave of F. Scott Fitzgerald, so we went and visited.  (His wife and daughter are also buried there.)  I have read every book he's published, and I enjoy his writing.  (I used to pick authors and then read everything they wrote!  I kind of do that now, but not as often.)

I'm so glad that somewhere along the line, I came to love reading and literature and words and writing.  I "accidentally" became an English major - and I'm glad about that too!  (My roommate Pat said, "What are you majoring in?"  And I said, "Oh, I don't know, what's a major?"  She said, "Well, what did you take in high school?"  I said that I'd taken a lot of math but didn't think I wanted to major in math.  I said I'd taken Latin, but I was pretty sure I didn't want to major in Latin.  Then I said I'd always wanted to learn French, so maybe I should major in French.  She said, "Language majors are too hard.  How about English?"  And that's how it happened!)

I love a good book!  So thankful for books and libraries and reading - and my Kindle!!