After stacking up her library books in a haphazard tower of reds and blues, Ava nestled into the couch for her afternoon consumption of Babar, Madeline, and Mother Goose. No sooner had she opened Guess Who’s Coming, Jesse Bear, did the precarious pile toppled over onto her feet up to her shins. Ava looked over her book and cried, “Mama, help! My books are trying to eat me!”