When you’re diving into an amazing read, location matters. Every book-lover has a special reading nook; their favorite place to read in the entire world.
While I love my childhood home in Marin County, it was lacking in two crucial features: a proper backyard, and any sort of reading nook. We didn’t have window seats or dusty attic crawl spaces. It was a house with few hiding spots, yet my sister and I still found a small respite.
Every Christmas, my mom would pull down from the garage a tipi and set it up in our living room. We would drag in blankets and pillows and create our own little space where we talked, or napped, or read. I distinctly remember reading Jack London’s White Fang, though I’m sure I went through many books in there.