I love to read. To a fault sometimes. I don’t understand how people are able to put down a good book. I have stayed up much too late finishing a book because how can I possibly go to sleep when all I want to do is find out what happens?! When I was in middle school, I read The Outsiders then proceeded to carry that book wherever I went for the entire summer. To the point where my grandmother called my mother to ask if this was normal behavior (my mother said yes, but I think what she meant was yes, for Christy, not necessarily for normal kids). My mom also used to have to make me go outside and I would always agree – only if I could take my book.