I was born with a pen in my hand and an imagination that ran too wild too often. I learned to read and write at the age of four, and I’ve never stopped. As I first succumbed to the world of the written word, I was hooked forever. And as I grew, my passion grew with me.

My parents were bookworms, my Grandpa was a writer, our family’s collection of books went into thousands, and books were my favorite gifts (although I loved Barbie dolls too). As a pre-school kid, my reading taste varied, and I...