I love to read. In much the way that a certain song or fragrance will elicit memories of a stage of life or a super cool moment at a high school dance, I have books seared into my memory from the moments in time when I was reading them. When Kate was born, I was reading a book about cryptography. Josie was born unexpectedly premature the week before Christmas. Life was so scattered with her arrival and Christmas that I didn’t have time for reading. I do recall that the scriptural story of Christ’s birth held special significance for me that year as I held my newborn baby. With Davey, I was reading E. L. Konigsburg’s The View from Saturday . The book uses a 6th grade academic competition as the backdrop for the coming together of four special students and their teacher. The teacher is returning to the profession after a ten year absence due to a car accident that confined her to a wheelchair. Now, I’ve seen enough X-F...