Please still be my friend.

I read all the time.

I read everything.

I read The Hunger Games trilogy in less than 24 hours.

I read To Kill a Mockingbird multiple times each year.

I read reference books.

I read self-help books.

I read classics.

I read vampire fiction.

I read the books that make fun of vampire fiction.

I read the shampoo bottles when I’m in the shower.

In all sincerity, I read anything that falls into my hands.

I have loved to read since I was a kid, and it’s something that just never went away.

Generally, I am super thankful for the fact that I am so well-read.  My love for books is one of the huge reasons I chose to obtain a degree in English Education.  I absolutely love it when a kid who claims to “hate to read” gets super excited about a book and ridiculously invested in the characters. 

But it is kind of impossible for my love for all things literary to not have an effect (Daddy spent a long time this weekend teaching me the difference in affect and effect... I think I finally understand it.) on my everyday life. 

I went to a Halloween party on Saturday night, and a costume was required.  There were some awesome costumes there.  We had Mary Poppins and Bert.  Fred and Wilma Flinstone were in attendance, as were a honeybee with her own personal beekeeper. 

Me?

I went as The Tell-Tale Heart.  Yup.

I dressed up as a dismembered body part from an Edgar Allen Poe short story.

Thank God for my Daddy, who loves literature as much as I do, who took time out of his afternoon to help me build this costume.  Yes... power tools and linseed oil were involved. 

No, I wasn’t allowed anywhere near the power tools.

For this reason, I still have all of my fingers. 

I have decided it’s a good thing that I am a huge nerd.  It is.  Because if there wasn’t something to counteract my level of awesome, the world might explode.