When I was a kid, we went to the library to browse books. I had no particular idea what I was looking for; I just loved walking up and down the aisles finding the unexpected. Over the years, it was how I discovered "Runaway Ralph," "Are You There God, It's Me Margaret," among countless others. I continued going to the library through college, where my life was graced with encountering James Dickey's "To the White Sea" and "Alnilam"—a brilliant work of art (from the man who wrote "Deliverance")—and his poetry. Lots of Dorothy Parker and Sylvia Plath, Yehuda Amichai, and Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment." When I moved to Philadelphia and was working several jobs, I always had books out past the due date. Buying books was suddenly the answer. I could keep them.