I tell the librarian (our favorite librarian) that she has just read the first three Harry Potter books in quick succession. What next? (She wants to read the forth Harry Potter book, of course, but we think it wise to wait.) He pulls a few books of the shelves, describing them to us. Perceptive librarian that he is, he says, “I’ll just leave them here and anything you aren’t interested in, you can put in that basket for re-shelving.” She feigns disinterest until he walks out of view. After some encouragement from me, she reluctantly picks up The Invention of Hugo Cabret. She turns it over a few times, feeling the weight of it in her hands. She opens the cover as I begin to gather up our stack of books and check out. By the time I look back at her, she is immersed in the book, and by the time she goes to bed later that night, she is on page 247. (There are a lot of full-page pictures in this book, but still!) As a great lover of books, I couldn’t be happier. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I have waited for years for my girl to become a voracious reader.