I don't remember how old I was when I learned to read. I do know that reading saved my life by giving me an escape from a stressful childhood. If I wasn't in the cubbyhole I set up in the basement under the stairs, my Mom and my older siblings often faced a game of hide and seek because I would take a book and go find a small, quiet place in one of the barns and disappear until I finished it. Calling for me didn't work because I would become so engrossed in what I was reading that I wouldn't hear them.
I've been going to the Bookhouse(www.bookhousestl.com) off and on for years. Since they moved to a location less than 2 miles from my house, they have become my main book refuge. They were forced out of their previous location of over 25 years because of a property sale. Because of relocation and rehab costs at the new location they are struggling and need help.
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