I love to read. I am a "read-aholic." No doubt about it. I'll accept almost anything as an excuse to read. I can put off cleaning the kitchen, sweeping/mopping the floors, television, even working on my computer, just for the chance to immerse myself in a fictional world populated with marvelous characters.
When I was a kid, I had a flashlight. One of the things I always did with my babysitting money was buy batteries for my flashlight. Then, after the lights were out in the house (about 9:00 - 10:00, depending on my age), I'd sneak out my flashlight, fumble for my book, and duck under the covers to read my latest treasure.
When I think back on it, I'm amazed I didn't get caught. But, the floors were pretty squeaky, and the bed covers thick, so I could quickly douse the light, or aim it at the mattress, and pretend I was asleep.
Of course, I could only read so much before my eyes, despite my best efforts to the contrary, would begin to close, and I knew my nighttime affair was almost done. What did I do? I read faster! But, eventually, the sleep would tickle my nose, close my eyes, and I'd be out for the count. But, first, turning off the flashlight and setting my book to the side so it would be ready for my next visit, whether daytime or nocturnal.
I LOVE reading!