I have lived much of my life in and through books. I wandered into Alice’s Wonderland without a moment’s disbelief. I fell in love with Mercutio and imagined myself his unnamed lover. I signed impatiently when Torvald called Nora his squirrel and cried huge tears of relief when she left him. Books were never just reading material. Books took me to worlds and people, places and adventures that could carry me far from any pain that childhood or adolescence could conjure. Readers who delve into my own book Too Much of Nothing: Notes on Feminism, Identity and Womanhood will find me navigating those venues, meeting those people, and bringing them with me to my reality to enrich my readers’ experiences. Dive into my magical rabbit hole and chortle with Samuel Beckett, tzikatch with Henrik Ibsen, laugh aloud with Lucas Hnath. . . . They — and so many more — have been such great companions. It’s a pleasure to share them now.