Books can be a lot like romantic love interests. If they catch us at the right time and the right head space in life, they have the chance to capture your heart forever. Stumble upon them a few years down the road, and any interest in them is akin to out-of-character insanity. The summer after my freshman year of college, I visited a high-school friend in Madison in a fit of pre-adulthood panic, trying to recapture some nostalgic feeling...