I was a fully fledged bookworm at a very young age, and was often reprimanded for walking through the house while reading a book, instead of paying attention to what it was my parents had asked me to do. It didn’t help that I was as clumsy then as I am now, so being engrossed in what I was reading could turn into an extreme sport.
One day, while shopping with my parents, I fell in love with yet another book, but this one was different - it was an atlas. I remember it being so big that I needed to wrap both my arms around its dark blue and green cover. The first chance I got, I headed to the living room, set the book down on the ground,…