I’ll put the pretense of objectivity aside and admit that I’m a huge fan of libraries. Growing up, my town’s library was a home-away-from-home. (I loved it so much it was a no-brainer that my first job ever, at age 14, was as a library page – a person who puts the books away.) Walking through the stacks, I would mentally wave to old friends like Jane Eyre, Danny Torrence and Laura Ingalls Wilder, while having the comforting thought that just as many other characters (who would shape my life) were waiting for me to find them. To this day I’m more comfortable surrounded by books than anything else; I find people with bookless homes quite suspicious.