It might start with a copy of Flowers in the Attic hidden under your mattress–seems frivolous, I know–but if nurtured, it can grow into seeking out books you expect to disagree with, putting yourself in the path of concepts and arguments you don’t quite grasp but want to, and intentionally risking your comfort for the sake of growth. That’s the kind of reader I want to be, and it’s the kind of person I want to be, and the two are inextricably linked. Sometimes we need to read books we aren’t quite ready for. That’s when the good stuff happens.