Happy Father's Day!
If my mother told me ghost stories, it was my father who gave me my love for reading. My father was a voracious reader. When I think of him, I invariably picture him on his favorite chair in the living room, his face buried behind a newspaper or in a book. There was always a pile of books by that chair. He read widely, but he especially enjoyed spy thrillers, mysteries, and police procedurals. He got me my first library card, and we went together to the library until I was old enough to travel there on my own. When my reading improved, I started borrowing his books after he finished them. I was probably too young for some of them, such as Peter Benchley’s Jaws , and William Peter Blatty’s The Exorcist . I remember not understanding half the words in The Exorcist (which was probably a good thing). I’m starting to look more and more like my father as I grow older. Like him, I’m often in my favorite chair reading the newspaper on my computer. I’m surrounded by book...