Barely three feet tall, she guards my bedroom door like a silent sentinel. Its two levels have been constantly reorganized to accommodate each element in an aesthetic and efficient manner. The faded brown of the wood highlights all of the light covers that sit out front, patiently waiting to be removed and analyzed once more. This humble bookcase is the jewel of my personal space. The walls are lined with a diverse selection of truly fascinating books, all written by arguably the most astute minds of all time. The knowledge of the centuries lies at my fingertips, eager to turn the pages and absorb its riches. The top shelf contains my most varied readings which range from books of love letters, war tales and chronicles to bildungsroman stories. Rows of books are hidden behind the visible layer, each story containing a precious memory. These novels have been recommended by inspiring teachers, received from knowledgeable parents, or discovered during captivating odysseys to the bookstore. My favorite section, however, is ...