For Years, I Had Heard About The

I Thought, After The Pulitzer, At Least Nothing Will Surprise Me Quite That Much In My Life. And Another One Happened. It Was Quite Amazing.

From The Time I Began To Read, As A Child, I Loved To Feel Their Heft In My Hand And The Warm Spot Caused By Their Intimate Weight In My Lap; I Loved The Crisp Whisper Of A Page Turning, The Musky Odor Of Old Paper And The Sharp Inky Whiff Of New Pages. Leather Bindings Sent Me Into Ecstasy. I Even Loved To Gaze At A Closed Book And Daydream About The Possibilities Inside.

I Always Loved Science. And In Fact, I Got A Science Award In High School. I Mean, I Loved Science, But I Think I Loved Literature More.

Anyone Can Tell You That How You're Raised As A Child Has A Great Deal To Do With How You Behave As An Adult And Whether You Have Complexes Or Whether You Need To Prove Yourself Or All That Kind Of Stuff And Yet The Mother In A Traditional Family Who Has Raised A Child Never Makes It In The History Books.

Can It Be That Even As One Grows To Fit The Space One Lives In, One Cannot Grow Until There's Space To Grow?