by Mitch Lee
November has always been the month that I find myself reading more books than any other month of the year. I suppose it’s because it’s an in-between season sort of month when it is too chilly outside to enjoy without snow and most often too wet to hike the woods.
As an eight-year-old boy, it seemed to take nearly the whole month for my body to adjust to the frigid air and blustery winds.
Starting in my grade school years I would eagerly await the arrival of the Bookmobile.
That great traveling library bus brought new and exciting works of literature right to our school. Continue reading