I think I was about seven when I first discovered the ability of a good book to take me away from my small-town home and take me to another time and place.
I don’t remember the title, but I do remember it was a Nancy Drew mystery. I’d borrowed it from the school library, and it was probably a Scholastic title (the school library had a lot of Scholastic titles, from the regular book club catalogues).
It doesn’t matter. I had fallen in love with reading, and nothing has changed in the intervening years.
