You'll all be pleased to know that Emmett has been caught waking up in the middle of the night and trying to sneak-read Roald Dahl. According to his mother, he had the most amusing, "Acch! I'm caught!" look on his face when she opened the door on him at 3am.
We're Literary 2: To Read Makes Our Speaking English Good
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Now if I can just figure out how to read on the treadmill.
The only time I can't read in a car is if it's a sunny day and there's a lot of trees or buildings close enough to the road to cast frequent shadows. Then I get dizzy.
Now if I can just figure out how to read on the treadmill.
Now that, I can do, as long as I'm not going too fast. The elliptical is easier because there's less bouncing.
When I was a kid, I'd always take a huge stack of books on long car trips, and just read the entire way. Got through plenty of NJ-Maine trips that way. Lately, I've been getting dizzy if I read in the car for too long. Not sure what's up with that, but I don't like it.
I never had to sneak-read as a kid. By the time I was 2 or 3, my parents had pretty much accepted that I just didn't sleep through the night, so reading at 4 in the morning was fairly normal.
My parents didn't care what I read, probably because they had no idea what the books were, but they had very firm notions about bedtime. Also, I shared a room with my sister.
I DID get in constant trouble for reading in a poor position, reading at the table, or reading in dim light
Oh GOD yes. The one time I remember being beaten was when I was discovered (yet again) reading after bedtime by the light from the hall (I insisted I was afraid of the dark so that I could have the door open and the hall light coming in....so I could read...). Claimed it was bad discipline, lying to them ("no, I'm not reading!") and would ruin my eyes (puh-LEAZE--with the genetics my parents gave me, no WAY i wasn't ending up with coke-bottle glasses, reading or no!)
I was allowed to read myself to sleep, so the only issue was someone remembering to come into my room before powering down whichever house we were in, and turning off my lights. I was usually out, with an opened book face down across my chest. Very stereotypical.
I was discovered (yet again) reading after bedtime by the light from the hall (I insisted I was afraid of the dark so that I could have the door open and the hall light coming in....so I could read...).
Me too! Sing it sistah!
Mnnf! You guys just made me realise I have no book to read on the recumbent bike tomorrow. I just couldn't put Fast Women down, although it's supposed to be my not-in-the-house book.