It was bedtime, but five-year-old Rose wasn’t at all sleepy. “Let’s talk about the first Star Wars movie!” she said, meaning A New Hope. ‘Okay,” I said, propping my eyes open. “Let’s talk about the first Star Wars movie. It starts with a battle–” “No! It starts–” she made spittle-laced drumroll noises with her mouth, in imitation of the 20th Century Fox fanfare. “And then there’s music and lots and lots of letters.” “Ah,” I said. “The Opening Expository... Read more