Elizabeth Gripping, Ambrose Writing Centre
I’ve always loved books. As a child of eight, my mom tells me, I often got up early—sometimes before 6:30 a.m.!—to read. One night, when I complained that I was tired, my mom suggested that perhaps I should sleep a little later in the mornings. I responded, “I can’t! The books are tempting me!” To help her poor daughter resist the lure of the printed page, my mother pulled no fewer than seven story books out of my bed sheets!
