I used to hate reading.

Back in high school, the only rebellious thing I did was procrastinate until the last possible minute to read the books that were assigned in class. I think it was just the sheer disdain of being told what and when to read.

During my freshman year, there was one time I was forced to read several chapters in a row, if not the whole book, of either “The Hobbit” or “The Count of Monte Cristo” in one night because I waited too long. Oh, and I am a slow reader when it co...