I’ve been a genuine book addict for as long as I can remember. At age six, I would get up at five o’clock to read before school. At age eight, I rapidly devoured fantasy titles like they were the only things that could save me. At age eleven, I was furious not to receive my Hogwarts letter. At age thirteen, I fell deeply in love with Jane Eyre’s Mr. Rochester. And to this day, I haven’t changed a bit. I remain an incorrigible bookaholic. Books are my best friends. And I’m still waiting for that owl!