My 3-year-old niece also has the carsickness due to reading. It makes her very sad that she can't read in the car anymore. I'm so glad she's so into her books!

Fortunately my 9-year old niece who is obsessed with reading (and does occassionally need to be told to put her book down otherwise nothing else would get done!) is able to read in the car too. Even sitting in the way back.

(Honestly just TALKING about car sickness makes me nauseous.)

(Honestly just TALKING about car sickness makes me nauseous.)

Yes, please stop.

(Honestly just TALKING about car sickness makes me nauseous.)

Total.

Hey, I'm just started reading I Love You, Beth Cooper!

So far it is cringe-makin' fun! And by a local author. I think he used to write for the Simpsons?

I didn't go to his signing at my friends' store but I got a signed copy anyway. It's signed "I love you, too!"

awww

My mother would tell me to play outside, so I'd just take my book outside. Her main method of reducing my reading was to only drive me to the library every two weeks. This meant that once I'd read all the library books and still had horrible empty days ahead of me, I'd scrounge books wherever I could find them. That's why I read all my parents' books, even though they ran to thinks like Keys to the Kingdom; the encyclopedia; all my friends' series books; and books about Christian martyrs and missionaries from the church library.

Her main method of reducing my reading was to only drive me to the library every two weeks.

So sad!!! We had a library easy walking distance in the town I lived in until I was 11. And one of the great highlights of visiting my grandparents in their tiny town in Texas was our trips to the library. We went almost every day. (And we'd stay down there visiting for 3-4 weeks at a time)

We weren't in walking distance to the library anywhere we lived. I was not particularly interested in driving, except that my license meant I could drive myself to the library. Several places were, at least, in walking distance of comic stores.

I'd scrounge books wherever I could find them

That's how I discovered the home medical guide tucked in the corner of the bookcase and how I learned about the mechanisms of sex. We had an old bookcase full of 1950s Encyclopedia Britannicas that I wasn't allowed to mess with, or else I'd have been bookworming my way through those.

My only childhood reading issue is that I'd bring a book into the bathroom with me, and then get caught up in reading, so they thought I was constipated all the time. Nope! Just reading!