Many years ago, I hired a young man, Kevin, to help out part-time during the summer in my bookshop on Waynesville, North Carolina’s Main Street. Kevin was about six feet tall, a bulky kid who was a rising senior in high school and an outstanding student with a great sense of humor. One afternoon, I left the store and walked down the street to make a deposit at the bank. When I returned, Kevin stood in the back of the store weeping like a child. “Hey, man, what’s wrong?” I asked, hurrying toward him and thinking someone must have died. Kevin held up a children’s book and said through his tears, “We’ve sold so many of these. I just wanted to see what all the excitement was about.” The book was Robert Munsch’s “Love You Forever,” the touching story of a mother’s love for her son and the return of …