To me, and many others, books are a form of magic. They instantly transport us to another world, realm, or dimension. They allow us to become anyone or anything: the hero, heroin, or even the villain. They allow us to use our imagination to its fullest potential. Now, tell me, can there possibly be anything greater?
My love for reading started young, when I was a child. I’ve heard countless children, teens, and even adults today claim that reading is boring, or that it’s simply “not for them.” In response, I just shake my head and say, “That’s because you haven’t found the right book yet.”
I was very fortunate. The right book fell into my hands very early. It was one of the many horror novels by R.L. Stine. And it was because of his books—that I voraciously read—that I decided to write. I loved the way his writing put me in the story and made me feel like one of the characters. This is the reason why I dedicated my book to him. Without R.L. Stine and his influence, I don’t think I’d be the writer I am today.
So, “Thank you, R.L. Stine.” And thank you, too, Dear Reader. I hope you enjoyed my tale! If my book can be the “right book,” the one that starts your love for literature, the way R.L. Stine’s book did for me, then I will be truly honored.