I never used to like history. Then one of my best friends introduced my husband to a book that was more story than history book. My husband read it in record time, which was remarkable given his limited reading time and his tendency not to read for pleasure. I, on the other hand, am a bookworm of addictive proportions. My nose is happy as long as there’s a book attached to it, and I’ll try just about anything. When I call reading a hobby, I’m understating the case: I have reordered my life more than once when reading time has gotten too low to sustain my love and — dare I say it? — need for it.
To find out what book changed my mind about history and to read the rest of this week’s column on Our Lady of Covadonga, head on over to Today’s Catholic Woman.
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