Rushing from class on an abnormally hot September afternoon, I began to regret the wool sweater I’d so confidently worn at 8:00 am when I left the house. Sweat trickling down my forehead, September 22 was anything but the perfect fall day I had imagined it would be. But as I opened the doors of the Trinity College Chapel, relief rushed through my body. And no, this is not a story of divine salvation, but one about reading.