I opened the red door, and a little bell rang… I was seven years old, but I still remember that day. It was early afternoon, and my grandfather decided it was time to buy my very first book. See, he had this tradition going on with my older brother. Every month, they'd visit the local bookstore and buy a book. As long as my brother read it, my grandfather would pay for it. I always felt jealous. But, it was my turn!