After spending some time exploring the cyber world and going to book events, I began to question how much of a 'reader' I was. It was intimidating to discover book-bloggers claiming to gobble up whole books in a week, a weekend, or a day. Meanwhile, I'm sitting over here in the corner with the same book I've been reading for the past month thinking, quietly, 'I like books, too.' I love books, but as a kid I hated them. For the longest time, I was not in love with reading, but I was in love with those few books I'd finished. I wanted nothing more than to be gripped and pulled in by the unforgiving jaws of a tremendous book, but I was forever at battle with the motivation to turn off the television or get off my laptop and dedicate some solid quiet time to reading. This was a difficult task for me, so if the aforementioned 'gripping' didn't take place within the first five to ten chapters, that book was dead to me. But, I'm a ...