So many of my childhood memories involve books and reading. My mother claims she started reading to me when I was an infant, and that I’d stare at the pictures and words like I was entranced by them. I remember nightly bedtime stories, everything from Hansel and Gretel (my favorite because I was fascinated by the dark and creepy, even then), to Little House on the Prairie. Reading was a part of my everyday life. I have memories of grabbing a book and climbing up on my grandfather’s lap. There’re pictures of me as a baby, chewing on the corners of books like simply looking at them wasn’t enough. I had…