Having read 25 books so far this year, and working for a publisher, I was chagrined to learn that I had overlooked that today is International Literacy Day. One of the greatest buoys that kept me afloat during my days of unemployment, reading is far more than a pastime. The books I read often become friends—some distant and occasional, others close and intimate. Our identities are—we are—shaped by what we read. Writing is the most important invention that humans have conjured, and we have it to thank that we have come as far as we have. Writing has changed forms from poorly executed scrapes of pictographs on clay to fine, syllabic cuneiform, to our alphabet better suited to paper, and now to electrons dancing about LCD screens. No matter how we encounter it, however, writing defines us. So after a long day of trying to get up to speed at Routledge, I needed to add a note of thanks to whoever invented writing. That forgotten genius truly invented modern humanity.