Aidan and I prowled around a thrift store this weekend and found this box set, which I bought for the low-low price of $1.00.
I feel kind of bad for Little Town on the Prairie. It doesn’t appear to have been read.
By the Shores of Silver Lake looks like it was read numerous times, the covers folded back like a butterfly wings as the original reader tiptoed her way through the words.
I tend to read and re-read the same books again and again. It doesn’t leave time for exploring what’s new, but that’s okay at this point in my life. I commit wild fidelity with the few tried and true.
