The book cover lay motionless on the floor, a silent witness to the life that was happening high above her. The bookshelf, majestic and unapproachable, towered above her. Its wooden shelves were filled with titles that radiated power and knowledge, like monuments to intellect. But the cover, soft and unassuming, had a different calling. It was not to be the guardian of lofty thoughts that towered above the heads of men. No, the cover had a much humbler, but no less necessary purpose: to start the reader’s journey.