The greatest gift one can give me is a book. I will always perceive a book as a treasure, since I didn’t really have them growing up. I learned to read from my grandmother’s newspapers she would have delivered to the house. When I was old enough, I would hang out at the library or at Goodwill and spend my spare money on books. To this day, somewhere under my bed, is my secret stash of Harlequin and Silhouette books, yellowed with age and frequency of use.