Over the break, I visited my parents and my mother, becoming nostalgic, pulled this document out of a file cabinet: my grandmother's reading list.
Sorry about the blurry photo -- my cameraphone is not good at close quarters. The journal lists the books that my grandmother read over her lifetime, and the tabs index the books alphabetically.
When I say "lists the books," that's it: just titles. Not authors, publication information, the date she read them, or any notes on the contents. Still, I was struck that Grandma had her own reading list, and I suddenly felt as if I were carrying on a family tradition that I didn't know we had.
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