When I was little, I used to walk the aisles of bookstores and feel like I was surrounded by treasures. I would wander among the shelves and marvel at all the beautiful covers, read the names on the spines, yearn to know about the worlds and words contained within them. I devoured as many as I could, always wanting to read more, to know more.
I secretly …
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