Do you remember your first bibliolove? You came across it at the library one lonely afternoon and were smitten. Before long you and the book were inseparable. You cradled it in your arms as you walked to school, clutched it beneath your desk during math class, shared your bed with it every night. You fixed anyone else who even looked at it with your best death glare. Eventually your ardor cooled and you found yourself embroiled in other, more fleeting passions. But years later you would be... More »
