I don’t get to read much anymore, but I used to be reading books at basically all times. Many times I’ve fallen asleep, book in hand, and continued reading a book that - it would turn out - had nothing to do with the book I was holding.

Sometimes, I wouldn’t even have to turn the pages. Instead, I would just continue reading the other side of the page in front of me.

On occasion the story was much more interesting than the one the book actually presented.