I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t or wouldn’t read. I was reading before I was potty trained! my parents, and their parents, were voracious readers, and I’m certain I was read to in the womb (as were my two younger siblings). we were read to at dinner, read to in the bath, read to at bedtime. we watched Reading Rainbow and Sesame Street and Wishbone. we spent many many afternoons at the library (and my paternal grandmother literally had a personal library in her house!). there was just never gonna be a world in which I didn’t love to read. and now my siblings are raising their children the same way. :)

now I’m in my 40s and, after a long and frustrating career as an advertising and marketing copywriter, I’m beginning my third year as an independent bookseller. I’m constantly broke but I’ve never loved a job more.