It started, as it so often does, with a novel. It was a fiction novel that offered a perfect escape from the awkwardness of being thirteen, or perhaps a gripping young adult story where the characters felt just as confused and passionate as I did.

I didn't just read the book; I fell into it. The bell would ring for dinner, and I'd finish the chapter under the table. I'd lose track of time, the pages blurring as the outside world dissolved into forests, castles, or busy high school hallways.

And from there grew the feeling of wanting to read more and more, whether it's fiction or non-fiction book.