Last week, one of my closest friends lost her mother. In the obituary, there was a lovely line about how her mom, Marion, had instilled a lifelong love of reading in her children. In lieu of flowers, it asked for donations to be made to the library she had frequented in Richmond, or for people to donate to their local libraries. Earmarking a donation like this turned what was a very sad time into a time where I felt I was being asked to do something purposeful. Beverley and I have exchanged --- and talked about --- books a lot over the years, and it made me realize that, as we do this in the future, she will be remembering her mom in a lovely way, which is really nice to think about.