This is my confession, circa Usher 2004 (Just when I thought I said all I could say…you know that jam, right?):
Every December, I read the same two books. Kind of weird? Perhaps. Meaningful? I’d like to think so. The reason? I haven’t found two other books more poetic, inspiring, whimsical, or beautiful. I take a week or two in December, right around Christmas, to read through these beauties. I’ve been doing it for a few years now and it continues to be great fun.