<p>Looking at her, most would feel an instant surge of pity. This pity was completely wasted because she never acknowledged it. Her wealth was measured in the books she devoured constantly. By the time she was ten years old she had consumed most of Earnest Hemingway's works and her dreams were re-runs of the classics she had read. Depending on what she read she would decide to become a world class ballerina, a female FBI agent, a scientist like Madame Curie, a veterinarian, a college professor, or even a pilot or astronaut. It never occurred that any of these were out of her reach. Due to her