A childhood favorite
Since I was a young girl, I have always loved to read. I would devour book after book...never reading the same book twice. Then I came across a worn copy of "The Velvet Room" at the town library book sale. Pale pink and worn around the edges, it's very essence called to me. Robin and her story were both sad and inspiring, and I would float away with her to her special room, passing the hours away, reading. I adored this book, and read it again and again. I still own this book today, and take it down now and then, just to reminisce.