Does this describe any of you?
Just for some shamelessly nerdy fun, rate yourself on a scale of one to ten: one meaning you shudder just imagining the taste of literature, of words, of grammar twists and plot turns; ten meaning you literally cannot shove the words down fast enough, that your appetite roars for an incessant stream of fiction and articles and poetry, that you’ve possible even considered addiction counselling to release yourself from the constant desire to read and write.
Perhaps you’re a two, you hate reading and you’ll be clicking out of this internet window as swiftly as possible. Or, perhaps you’re a five, you like a dose of bedtime reading every now and again. A seven maybe…you could spend at least an hour among the shelves of a bookstore.