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