So you ask about [what difference we make]? In the grander scheme it probably makes no difference. But try to imagine yourself without the books that were important to you when you were a child, a young adult, a matured person. I know that I can’t describe myself without my history as a reader. I think that for all writers there was a moment in which reading took the form of revelation. It doesn’t have to be an event full of pathos, with light coming down or angels with burning swords but a small knot of pleasure, and sudden, tacit knowledge that the written word would hold for them a deeper way of being, or a fuller one.