Tag Archives: Fran Wilde

April 05

On Being Raised by Books and Boats by Fran Wilde

My childhood library — Tredyffrin Easttown, in suburban Philadelphia — had blue and white reading nooks that were big enough to stretch out in. They were gently curving structures with soft, carpeted bases, and high walls. These perfect shelters were even better when piled with books and pillows. A few miles away, my favorite independent […]