Once upon a time and age, Harper Lee said “Until I feared to lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing”. She has long been gone but her words linger and touch the heart (Or as Shakespeare would say liver) of an absentminded young adult who used to be a kid whose face was perpetually buried in a book for at least the first eighteen years of her life. The next four years see a shift, from the written word to moving pictures and then never back again. Like a windscreen wiper that forgets that its … Continue reading Paint The Town Read