In praise of bookshelves

I think the key to my becoming an avid reader began when, as a boy, I was unable to find much that I might want to read in my father's vast library.

Dad was a book publisher, as I am today, and yet I'm not sure that I gleaned any of my reading habits from him. Dad published evangelical Christian books, often written by the best-selling writers in that genre, but it was genre writing to be sure. Day after day I would spend scouring his bookshelves after school and my reaction eventually was: There must be more than this. And indeed, I learned, there was.