I can’t remember where my fascination with books first began. My earliest memories of my childhood are of me struggling to use the light that crept into my room from the hallway in order to read my books. At the age of eight, I was already reading hundred page “chapter” books. When I was nine years old my mother had to buy me a bookcase
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