C. Cleo Creech
Growing up on a rural tobacco farm in N.C., my main early connection to reading was the monthly book mobile that parked in his driveway. It was here he fell in love with reading, especially the creativity and escapism of Science Fiction. A supporter of the library passed away and left them his entire home library, included boxes with something like 300 Science Fiction paperbacks. Since the library didn't take paperbacks, the bookmobile librarians thought they knew just who might love these. So that summer I was reading decades worth of all the great Science Fiction classics, golden age, and pulp paperbacks. That next school year I had an english teach that failed me on an in-class surprise essay. When asked she said she wasn't sure how, but knew I had cheated, the paper was just too good to have been written by a sixth-grader.