The first book I ever read of the Holy Bible was the Authorised (s for Brit...) KING JAMES VERSION of the Song of Solomon. My Mom had suffered a stroke about two weeks before my ninth birthday and I could not be consoled. Normally we all slept in 2-3 bedrooms, 1-3 to a bed. During this time, however, my Moms room remained off limits but I was let to sleep there as I would not sleep or do anything any where else. I knew that Mom always went to one of two books which she kept at the head of her bed no matter how often we moved hither and thither. At this time, I took notice. The one was a hymnal and I did not recognize what was going on in there. So I picked up the other Book. I flipped through it and did recognize the back or what would be the equivalent to the index of any book which wed recently learned of at school. (Shortly after my Moms stroke, I did come to know music through piano and violin lessons.) I looked up her name: Rose. I saw, rose from the dead and Rose of Sharon. nuff said?