What's Wrong With Being A Bookworm?

You may not know this about me, but I love to read. It's ironic, but this love for reading was birthed through many academic failings in grade school. My parents, who are both educators, held my brother and me to high academic standards. The only problem, of course, was that we were both poor students! As a result, we were often grounded for weeks for making "C"s, "D"s, and "F"s. TV was out including playing Space Invaders on the Atari (remember the Atari?). Building web pages, surfing the net, and online chatting hadn't come into style yet, so we found other ways to amuse ourselves and escape the mundane existence that had then become life - primarily, we read. And, reading itself proved to be a difficult venture; I didn't learn my ABC's until well into the first grade. But, through my parent's insistence and my surplus of time, the letters began to form words, and the words began to form sentences, and the sentences began to form paragraphs until pages and pages and pages of text had been devoured. And, while I still hated school, I loved to read. My love for reading didn't really improve my grades either, for now I found myself doing the bare minimum in class so that I could continue whatever it was I was reading at the time (my poor parents!). I once thoughtlessly and haphazardly bubbled in all the answers on the CAT (California Achievement Test) so I could spend the remaining hours reading my latest Young Hitchcock novel. Who cares about these standardized tests anyway? I scored so poorly on that exam that the administration of my school called my mother to schedule a special academic meeting to assess my obvious learning needs. And, things didn't improve with time either. Later in college, I once canceled a date (no, it wasn't with Amie) to finish reading Dumas' The Count of Monte Cristo. Anyway, you get the point. I confess; I'm a bookworm! So, what are you reading?