Photo Source: Flickr On Reading At lunch with Renée, a former English teacher I return to see each year, to thank and to share how I’ve changed, I forgot to say that I can now only sleep if I have a book lying beside my bed. Without one, I’ll be up all night feeling the dirt under my nails and how my skin keeps changing around me. There’ll be something I want, badly, but I won’t know what. I’d planned to tell Renée how I’d made a list of classics to read if I go away to grad school, but...