When I was young, I measured time by the amount of books I could read. Somewhere along the way I started reading a series of young adult novels with disparate authors and stories. The common thread among them was N.C. Wyeth, the artist that created spot illustrations for each novel. Exquisite oil paintings with incredible detail and movement, but the most fascinating to me where the clouds he painted. Giant flowing structures that were not from here, they were far away. The books were old, thick, and had a weight and smell that is no longer part of our lives. The summer was as long as the books I read.