I’ve been skydiving, whitewater rafting, and luging but perhaps the riskiest thing I’ve ever done was fall in love with books. Trouble, that’s what reading has gotten me. Like a hit and run, I wound up with a philosophy degree because those were the books I read during undergrad. Six years and five jobs of trying to live off a bookstore salary, at the end I admitted defeat. Kind of. I got a grown up job in cube world to pay for a Masters of Science in Communication with the theory that one way or another I’ll make a difference in education and literacy. Now I’m part of a community of reading exiles, ex-bookstore employees, those hanging on by the skin of their teeth, and a few wily friends we’ve met along the way. Hold on to your hats, it’s a dangerous world between the pages.