Pickled Limes

Books cling to us as much as we hold on to them. I was hyperlexic as a child, and began reading long before I understood that I was doing something significant; I did it because I needed to - the way I needed to drink water or be in the sun or sleep. It was the most important thing I could do. People I love came to reading later - some of them grudgingly, some of them thinking it was awfully late to make a start. Whether we read widely and wildly, for the joy of it, from when we were tiny, or we came to reading later, perhaps warily, we are all changed by books and poems. Pickled Limes is where I share what I read, what I've read, what I re-read, and what I write.