When I was a very young girl, my family moved to a farm in rural Alberta from Eastern Europe. Learning English and how to read was like opening doors to new adventures every day. I had a one hour bus ride each morning and afternoon, and I would immerse myself in stories. Fitting in was difficult; besides a new language and customs, life on the farm was often lonely compared to being in a village surrounded by regular visitors. Reading allowed me to learn about my new country and the wide world that was waiting for me as an adult.