My earliest reading memory When I was a child, my father, a young and poor novelist, kept our unfurnished house packed with books.A deluge spilled out from the shelves, covering the floor in disorderly towers like a secondhand bookstore where the organising had been put off for ever.To me, books were half-living beings that constantly multiplied and expanded their boundaries.
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