I love words because I love books and that's what books are made
of. I love words because I love a good conversation and that's what conversations are made of.
Me too.
My parents didn't read much for own enjoyment, nor do my brother or his wife. But they all read to their children. My mother used to read to us at the breakfast table when I was in elementary school, one chapter each day. My grandfather read incessantly as do my niece and I so maybe it's hereditary.
I like the physical pleasures associated with words as well, the sound of some poetry and the feel of certain words in my mouth just as I love the feel of the paper and the smell and weight of the old books I collect.
"I caught this morning morning's minion,
kingdom of daylight's dauphin,
dapple, dawn-drawn falcon in his riding..."
PS what a wonderful question, and what lovely memories it has brought back.
