I never expected to become a publisher, certainly not in my mid-forties, although I knew when I was growing up that my life would revolve around books. My earliest memories are of immersing myself in the world of a book, a world I fell into readily, often preferring it to my daily reality. My dad was my constant reading ally; he not only brought me books but spent time with me on evenings and weekends talking about our favorites. As I grew up, it seemed natural to write my own stories.
