There are many of us. Little girls who hid underneath the covers at night with flashlights, reading long past our bedtimes. We bought little plastic wallets just so we could flip them open with the right amount of attitude and dazzle the librarians with our borrower’s cards. While others dreamed of Emmys or Grammys we thought about book tours and cover art. We entered writing contests recommended to us by our teachers and even those we found on the back of cereal boxes. Life often got in the way of our daydreams and nighttime schemes. But every once in a while our literary dreams do come true.