Though many years have passed since I first laid my eyes on The One Book, I still remember the gray October afternoon as if it were but yesterday. When I cradled The One Book in my trembling hands, a part of me might have sensed that my life was about to change for good. But did I anticipate what I was up for?
No, I really didn’t. Had I chosen differently if I’d known what reading that novel would do to me? Absolutely not.