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Average rating4
I've been a voracious reader all my life, so I am probably right in the target market for this amiable and chatty memoir of a life around books. Rentzenbrink mixes autobiography with easy conversation about her favourite books. Her family, especially her father, are well drawn and charming, and there are little nuggets of joy to be had when she alights on a book that you also love. It's a great comfort read, warm and inclusive, with no “oh, you haven't read Proust?” snobbery. My only real complaint is that it's too brief, I could have read twice as much again.