One of my earliest memories is of my dad taking me to the library on Saturday mornings. I remember the excitement of choosing a book – the way the protective cover crinkled under my fingers, the way the book smelled, the anticipation of the story. My parents read to me constantly, and when I learned to read, I read constantly. I still have most of my childhood books. My favorites growing up were: The Lorax by Dr. Seuss Bread and Jam for Frances by Russell Hoban ...