We have been readers, as far back as we can remember.
I, Jon, sat by the hedge as a child. I was supposed to be cleaning papers out of it. Instead, I was reading the papers.
Hope never had a hedge, but if she had, she would have been sitting, reading. Instead, she has spent hours in her room reading, hours on trips reading, hours everywhere reading.
The result? I still read and write. I try to shape words into stories into tears and laughter and knowing nods. I'm a pastor. Hope starts college in the fall, majoring in English education (and Spanish) and perhaps minoring in musical theatre. Apparently reading did something.
We spent time reading together, too, Hope on my lap or her mom's. When we traveled, the four of us listened to books on tape or CD. That's how we heard the Anne of Green Gables books and the Indian in the Cupboard series.
So we decided to start a blog talking about some of our favorite most hopeful books.
We'll talk books, dads and daughters, and whatever else shows up. And we will, without apology, have links to Hope's Amazon store. Because a girl's gotta pay for books somehow.
Coming soon: How Hope was named because of a book.
