The other night, I was feeling sick to my stomach. The Japanese Nobel Prize-winning novel I've been slogging through was not getting it done. Sometimes, a reader needs the comfort of a bedtime story. So I routed through the three stacks-deep shelves of books in the upper half of my closet until I came across what I was looking for: a little known but beloved to me novel that I bought at my elementary school book fair. It got me to thinking about when I first developed as a reader, past the picture books of bears and fairy tales. I thought it would be nice to pay homage to those first books that truly awakened me as a reader and saw me through those pre-teen years...

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