When I was ten, I wasn’t much of a reader. In fact, I read only comic books. One summer day, my mom dropped me off at the small public library in my town (a suburb of Columbus, Ohio). The librarian greeted me and asked what I would like to read. I didn’t have a clue. I told her about the comic books I liked to read. She disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a book of short stories by Ray Bradbury. I instantly loved these stories. They were so creative and surprising and well written. I needed to read more. The Bradbury stories turned me into a sci-fi fan—and an avid reader. If that librarian hadn’t chosen that book for me, I might have traveled a very different path. I’m very grateful.”
—R. L. Stine
