My wife bought me a fountain pen for Christmas this year. She knows that I love pens and has made several purchases for me over the years. This however, was the nicest pen that she has ever purchased for me. It reawakened my joy in writing. And it underscored that I don’t write very much. My interest in writing letters has been revived. There are several books out on literary letters that have caught my interest. This one by E.B. White, one by Wallace Stegner, and several on the letters of Jane Austin. This one I checked out from the library to peruse.

I have found that I want to own this book. E.B. White is optimistic and funny and reminds me of a friend of the same generation who has the same sensibilities.

I returned the book this morning without having completely read it, but it will be on my bookshelf permanently as soon as I can get to Borders.