When reading books Miss Savannah had laughed out loud, cried, felt pain and the deepest love and smiled at the wonderment of being creative enough to pull someone into the story unfolding. The pages of books were a cherished labor that could have taken years to write or had been a quick thought or idea that evolved into the most wonderful tale. To have the ability to write like that overwhelmed her. She often wondered if, when the time came that she...