My love of reading can be attributed to my father. My dad loved to read; there was always a paperback book rolled into his back pocket. Whenever there was a lull in his day, the book would open and he could be caught reading. My father was never particular about what he read, often I would catch him reading my Oma's german romance novels. I loved it when that would happen, because it gave me ammunition to tease him mercilessly! My father passed away approximately four years ago, and whenever I think about him, I often picture him sitting at our kitchen table, book in hand, escaping into the current adventure at hand.