Growing up, I read constantly. I read at the breakfast table, on the bus, in class (though usually not the book I was supposed to be reading), at lunch, at home, and in bed. My parents mostly supported my bibliophilia, save one weird habit: I used to read in the shower. I would stand in there, water running down my back, holding my book out and reading. I’d do this for hours, given the chance — eventually, my mom learned to bang on the bathroom door 10 minutes after I’d started “showering” and yell “Put the book down!” Then she’d smell my hair to make sure I’d put Matt Christopher down long enough to actually use shampoo.
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