I’m drawn into my library at home, where some of my second most valuable possessions, after my daughters, of course, are sitting, stacked next to each other on shelves.

A beautiful thing happens when you hold a book in your hands. It talks to you, even if you’re not reading it yet, and it starts to tell you things. A worn binding, a stained page – these are all stories that a book will tell, and that’s why I love my collection of books so much. They are a connection to that time and place, in some cases literally with first editions that I have, and there is nothing more treasured than that when it comes to an education.

Growing up, books