When I was a little girl, I was... weird. There is no other way to put it. I would read books days on end, until the age of 7 I hadn't spoken to any of my classmates when it wasn't necessary and I would create fantasy worlds tirelessly. Books where my world, my fuel. Anyone remember the 'Artemis Fowl' books? And the sentences at the bottom of the pages in an unknown language in the first book? Together with a translated letter in the book and a lot of common sense, I was able to translate more than half the book. Might not be a very remarkable thing, but I was nine. I would spin the large curtains in my room around me, as if I was transported to a place far away from home where I could read and translate. Yep, I could read 3 books a day, without any disturbance in concentration.
