Name a Book From Childhood That Left its Mark on You

When I was ten years old, I borrowed Jane Eyre from the library. The book had one of those old-fashioned illustrated covers where Rochester looms large on his white horse and Jane is relegated to a small corner. I was a serious and bookish child and I thought it was important to read classic literature if I ever wanted to be a grown-up. And the deeper I got into this novel, the more grown-up I felt. A madwoman! An excitingly steely man! A gothic mansion! Passion, a concept I hadn’t understood un...