Since I can remember, I loved reading and being read to, when I haven’t learned to read yet( around the age of 5 year-old). My mom used to read me from a huge fairytale book of Brothers Grimm. Later on, when I learned to read a little, I remember I used to read a books with fairies for more than 10 times. I don’t know what I found so fascinating if I already knew how the story ended. Even now, after more than 10 years, I can still feel my fingers on a short story of the three pigs translated into French. The colors, the musicality of the words, and the covers made the experience almost magical.