In my life there has ever very rarely been a case when I would pick up a book and start reading it without someone telling me. I’ve just always seen reading or writing as a chore or work not a pastime, to me it always seemed I had something better to do. on one occasion though my sophomore English teacher assigned us a book that at first I thought “I’m not reading this ill just get the answers from a friend.” Later that week we went out to hunt at my ranch bored one night I pick up the book and start to read it, and actually enjoy it. I finish the book in three days something I thought to be impossible I thought that I may start enjoy reading after that but I haven’t been able to find a book like it.
