I remember going to the town library with my mother and checking out Barbar books by Jean de Brunhoff. After the trip to the library we would go to the playground, run around and then read under a tree.
Just like Cindy, I loved the Nancy Drew books as a middle grader. I vivedly remember going to a friend’s house after school, each with the book we were currently reading. We’d lie on her living room floor, individually lost in our own book. Yet we were sharing that experience together. No need for talk, until or unless we wanted to discuss our books. To this day, one of my favorite things to do is spend quiet reading time with someone I love. I might be traveling back in time, reading a book like THE LIFEBOAT, and they might be spellbound by a monograph on cosmology, but the sense of sharing the same space, the same activity, is incomparably cozy.