I GREW UP in a home without books. No novels. No mysteries. No biographies. No romances. Not even Dr. Seuss. No one read to me before...

IT STARTED SLOWLY. Both the curious behavior and my ability to accept the reality of what was happening. First, there was the packing....

SO THIS WAS THE LAST OF IT – a sorry-looking box, way on the other side of the long, hot, cramped attic floor and I thought, ”Ugh! I’m...