The more I read, the more I love. When the world of words has so much to offer, it seems churlish to prefer some over the other. Each book I read has my complete attention for its duration. I remember them all. But yet... some linger in my mind more than others, some have delighted me more, some have won my heart for ever. I don't imagine that my preference is for the very best there is. The reasons for our likes are personal, and half-buried in our sub-conscious. But as we know, the sub-conscious rules.
