Why do I read? Seriously? I’m supposed to provide an intelligent answer? Are you sure, “Well, duh,” won’t do the job? I read . . . just because I do. Because books with great characters and gripping stories are an intrinsic part of my life. Because I love thinking about the characters long after I’ve finished the book and imagining how their lives are unfolding. I read because books smell good and feel good in my hands and because I love the rip of excitement that zips through me when I first open the cover. And I read . . . just because.