Summer reading in my early grades was somewhat freeform, but one great thing my father did for me was agree to give me a quarter for every book I finished. While I don't remember getting a whole lot of money, my summer days (and, eventually, those in many other seasons) were spent scouring the shelves of local libraries for the wildest stories I could find. Ray Bradbury, Issac Asimov, Rod Serling, Kurt Vonnegut and hundreds more built my imagination far beyond my small world. The subject matter and categorical bent widened over the years and I still call myself a "voratious" reader.