books are an escape, a delight

Woman with curly blonde hair and black and white dress with black sweater, leaning against windows

A perfect day would be spent curled up with a good book.

Growing up as an only child, I never felt alone while accompanied by the words of Roald Dahl or Enid Blyton. I was whisked away into magical worlds full of sunshine, colour and happy endings.

I hate to fly but have been rescued from many an international flight by Harry Potter or Jack Reacher. Books are an escape, a delight; they open our minds and stretch our imagination. I couldn’t fathom a world without them.

It’s a passion my husband shares. I remember the surprised look of the librarian as we stopped in on route home from the hospital to ask if our four-day-old son could obtain a library card.

My children love to read, our bookshelves are overflowing. We are lucky enough to have a wonderful public library within walking distance where the staff know my boys by name. My son tells me it’s his favourite place in Barrie. My work is done!

– Emma, proud mother, tea aficionado, expat, macaron enthusiast, and embracer of crazy hair