As a young child, my parents would read to me primarily from Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends, Dr Seuss’ and other poetry such as Robert Frost. There were some regular stories along the way, but they were less emphasized over the poetry. I’m sure my parents read other regular children’s books to me as well, but I cannot recall a single one. No Berenstain Bears in my house, my friends had those. During my preteen years, it was all about the twins from Sweet Valley by Francine Pascual. I read them in sequence, out of sequence, and learned how to use the interlibrary loan to get more when I read all that my library had available. I loved the simple adventures that took place in California. In high school while I was still reading