For as long as I can remember, I have had books handy. It started with a set of the 16 volume “Golden Treasury of Knowledge” from 1961, which my parents gave me when I was about eight years old.
I spent most of my youth sickly with asthma, overweight, socially awkward, and introverted to the point of solipsism. So books were a natural escape and haven from the world.
By the time I converted to Catholicism in 1999, I had a sizable and eclectic collection of books, mostly history and science fiction/fantasy. But the Faith presented a unique challenge: it wasn’t just

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