I was just a little baby when I was introduced to the magical lands that reside in writing on pages, coming to life when the reader read off of it. It was always there, it’s presence vibrant on the shelf, it’s glossy cover gleaming as it urged you to pull it off the shelf. Whether it was about a spider trying to go up the spout or a visit to the seven dwarves, the stories always encapsulated me. Books for me was where magic resided.