I think it started when I was about 5. On one of my weekly library trips with Mom, I was immediately taken with an oversized storybook, filled with black and white photography of a doll, Edith and her teddy bear. The book? The Lonely Doll by Dare Wright. By today's standards, this book is really creepy (which may explain my later love for thrillers), however my 5-year old self was truly smitten. Each week my mother would try her best to persuade me to look at others, but I just wanted that one for the longest time. So, Edith sparked my affection for books that has just deepened over time. Later on, I would come to love Anastasia Krupnik by Lois Lowry, and my first "scary" book: The View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts, which was like a children's version of a Hitchcock movie! By the time high school rolled around, I was deep into 20's and 30's classics. That was also when I became obsessed with Stephen King and true crime (Fatal Vision by Joe McGinniss was my first). Sometimes I cheat with movies and television, but nothing compares to my ongoing affair with books. I hope it never ends!