I was one of those check-out-the-max-number-of-books-from-the-library kind of kids. Pendragon, Eragon, ‘Dear America’ Diaries, Uglies, The Magic Treehouse, Animorphs, The Host — You name it, I read it. In your formative years, you soak it all up. All I wanted was to zip around the planet of Cloral on water…