My big childhood rebellion came in third grade, when Mrs. R called home to deliver the wildly devastating news that I had been reading under my desk during math. (Agree — instantly absolved. #WordsNotNumbers) When one book was confiscated, I whipped out another. Here I am, 30-going-on-third-grade-self, and I spend nearly as much time reading book reviews and release lists as I do actually reading. Though I carry a book into the office every day, I do have a real job — may not have turned into the author I once pledged to be, but I’m a reporter/editor in Washington, D.C. You should also know that I’ll forever carry a torch for the library, and I still have to work REALLY hard not to skip ahead in books.