I remember when I first realized I could read. I haven't stopped since. I was the kid who read ahead in class because I had already covered the reading assignment for that day. I'd be called on to read aloud and had no idea where the class was reading because I was in a different section of the literature book. I'm the one who always yelled, "One more page, mom!" when it was time to set the table or go to bed or do any tasks around the house. I was the one who went to the school library every day to bring a book home to read that night. I'm the one who, when asked how I can answer most of the questions on Jeopardy, reply that I read it somewhere, sometime. I'm the one who thinks Heaven probably looks like a huge library.