I really don’t remember a time when I didn’t love books.  I have clear memories of my mom reading to me before I could read myself. I found a copy of Alice in Wonderland when I was about four and begged her to read it.  She was a bit doubtful, she thought I was too young for the story, but I was enthralled with Alice.  Maybe that was the first time I realized that books can take you to another world. Our house was always full of books.  We had an enclosed front porch with a shelf all around the perimeter.  I would push my way past the bikes stored…