OK, so here is one of the most confusing childhood tendencies ever, definitely a concept I can’t wrap my mind around: I HATED READING AS A KID. HATED IT. But, when my teachers handed out those Scholastic Book Orders, I wanted every friggin’ book in the catalog, all of it! And my parents, encouraged by my desire to read would order me masses of books which was very satisfying. Then, later when the books actually arrived, I wanted nothing to do with them. I’m not sure what it is about the catalog that made me insist I wanted pages and pages of child literature but the second it arrived, I wanted my action figures and nothing else.