&amp;#8220;The man wanted the box I was carrying. I&rsquo;d almost made it to the front door of a Goodwill in Brooklyn, and I had no idea how he&rsquo;d guessed the box was full of books. There were no labels and the top flaps were closed. I was staggering a bit under its weight, but I could have been donating kitchen supplies, clothes, or old toys. Anything! He came toward me, a man probably in his 30s, ragged, living on the edge. His face opened into a smile and he closed the distance between us fast, holding out his arms.
&amp;#8220;&amp;#8216;Books?&amp;#8217; he asked. &amp;#8216;Are those books?&amp;#8217;&amp;#8221;Jessica Francis Kane, &amp;#8220;Goodwill in Brooklyn: On Donating Books to Unexpected Readers.&amp;#8221;