I am addicted. It takes up a lot of my time. I try to peer-pressure others into joining me. Don’t worry too much though, it’s nothing (too) dangerous. I love to read. My relationship with reading started when I was probably around five years old. My mom would always read to me before bed. She would read a chapter to a whole book in one night. Ever since, I always need to be in the progress of at least one book. When I was younger, the books I read were always in the same form; printed and from the school or public library. I used to look forward to the day my dad had off and he would take me to the library. Now, I read in a lot of formats. I can read traditional books, but I don’t always feel like carrying those around. Otherwise, I can just download an e-book onto my tablet or even my phone and carry it around in my pocket. (Okay, maybe not in my pocket because all girls know that struggle) I said early that my addiction wasn’t too dangerous, but it can be dangerous to some people because books give you ideas. They challenge you to challenge the world and the way it is today. Books give you new perspectives, they show you how other people live. Even if the stories are fictional, they present a lot of real life problems. So my life tip for this post, if I have my nose in a book, don’t expect me to respond to your question and leave me in my adventure.