I tell you all the time how much I like to read. Recently, I found something published 125 years ago that I am reading now. It is “The Innocents Abroad” by Mark Twain and I found that it made me laugh just as it did the readers who enjoyed it over a hundred years ago. I am not a collector of rare books. I don’t care how tattered a book is if all the pages are still there and it doesn’t fall apart in my hands. This one practically did. I found it at an estate sale on a table...

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