Ever since I was little my teachers always used the term 'avid reader'. It annoyed them, actually, how much I read. I didn't pay attention in class and rather focused on my book. It would insult them and make them think I find the class boring. Was that true? Sort of. But it was really more the fact I was DYING to know what would happen next.
I'm such a dork. I recorded down all of the books I read last school year. I read quite a few, too... I can't remember how many, but a lot of classics, which became my friends. Cuckoo's Nest... Notre Dame de Paris... some really great ones.
I actually haven't read any book at all this summer, though... I keep urging my mom to take us to the library, but she always goes "Okay," and then it never happens.
I still need to at least get my summer reading book down. I also wanted to read Lord of the Flies before I have to start it this year so I can be ahead in the assignments.
Ah well. I'll remind her right now. I can read pretty quickly, so I'm sure I can get at least three done by the end of the month. Maybe four.
kafka's comment reminded me that I wanted to read some more of him, as well. I really did enjoy The Metamorphosis...