I grew up in a book desert. My parents were serious readers, and our home was full of literature. But Roseville, California, had few bookstores in those days—and there were none in Lincoln, the exurb to which we moved a few days before my seventeenth birthday. So I relished visiting my aunt and uncle in San Jose; they had a Barnes & Noble! For whatever …
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