I love to read, though I have some issues finishing a book cover to cover. Even when I am completely taken by a book, there are still four others open being read at the same time as. My mother always had around eight books on her bedside table when I was growing up, I have the fond memory of her reading me a chapter of a different book every night. I inherited my busy mind from her, though she never lost track of which story came from which book and she always managed to oddly enough complete her bedside library even though she conquered them differently then most.