I have had a love/hate relationship with Hans Christian Andersen since
I first heard his stories. It was during World War II, and since my
father was away in London as a soldier and journalist, we were living
in Virginia with our grandparents. My mother read to me all the way
through a collection of Andersen’s tales while my baby brother napped.
I was probably 4 or 5 at the time. There were wonderful pictures that
made me dream of the stories at night.