Stacey Fick

Please allow me to introduce myself… I’m a woman of wealth and taste… No wait that’s the devil…
(Insert lyrical credit to The Rolling Stones here).

Anyway, back to the point…. Stacey here… Funny, Quirky, Anxiety-ridden, Clumsy, Boisterous, Kind, Lover of alliteration, Hater of all things fake, Obsessive user of ellipses. Negative Nancy, Positive Polly, Sensitive Sally, Nosy Nellie (you might be able to see my love of alliteration coming through)… all names I answer to on a weekly, if not daily, basis. I’m a crocheting wizard. Music is my elixir of life. True crime TV shows and movies on the Hallmark channel are my (not so) guilty pleasures. But the one hat that I’ve worn the longest, and treasure the most, is book lover.

It all began with a little girl, her father and a bottle of elderberry wine. Please allow me a moment to digress… it obviously happens a lot… and give a bit of friendly advice to all parents out there. This comes from a person who has no experience whatsoever when it comes to parenting but of course knows better than you. Parents read to your children, it really may be one of the best gifts you could give them, it certainly was for me. OK, back to my boozy nights with my dad. Even at a young age I was a lover of bright colors, crazy stories, drunken exploits and of course, time spent with my favorite man. All of which was provided to me on a nightly basis thanks to a great dad and in my humble opinion one of the best books of all time, Albert and the Green Bottle, otherwise known to my four year old self as “The Boat Book”. I could regale you with a sparkling review of this wonderful piece of literature but past experience has shown me that my passion for it will inevitably lead me to tell the whole story and ruin a once in a lifetime reading experience. So just know it is a superbly written and illustrated book that sparked a love of books in this girl that has only grown over time… Part of that credit also must be given to my father who is a pretty magical storyteller.
Fast forward a few decades later and one finds