I came across this on one of my favorite twitters the other day. I meant to address it sooner, but there you are. Books are very near and dear to my heart. In fact, if I were to compile a top five list of the things most important to me, books would be in the top two, competing for top billing with a few key people. I cherish my novels and treasure my poetry. I covet nonfiction, and revere essays. My bookshelf is always full to bursting with what I feel is a well-rounded library of tomes that would interest even the most obstinate anti-bookworm. I have always maintained that everybody likes to read- those who say they don't have just not found the right book yet. This adoration and appreciation for literature being as ingrained in my being as the necessity to breath in and out, I am understandably outraged and that anyone- regardless of their convictions- would condone or participate in the banning or censorship of books. It is a concept as abhorrent to me as any evil ideal that m...
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