When people ask me what my favorite book is I can't remember it's name. I know I was in elementary school, and I was sitting on a stool in the library. The book described a young girl, the same age as me, during World War II, eating a piece of lemon candy. Some boy gave it to her and it was a big deal because of the rations. The whole book up to that point I'd pictured a dull gray, but this scene was technicolor. I sat curled over on the stool pressing my chest against my legs and I felt the lemon taste and I fell in love with reading.