My first love growing up was reading anything and everything including the once-delicious descriptions on the backs of shampoo bottles. All of that in a bottle? Sign me uppp! When I wasn’t bathing in soapy, celestial waters, I was tearing through serialized novels and could easily out-read the Warren Buffets and Bill Gates of the world. 52 books a year was easy! That is if the 52 books were Nancy Drew and Babysitter’s Club.
