For my 8th grade English class, my teacher took a log of how many pages we read every week or day. I remember I was sitting there and I had a big book with a lot of pages in it. When she asked me how many pages I had read I said something over a hundred, possibly two hundred, because I was really interested in this book. One of the kids in my class, who happened to go to elementary with me, asked me if I liked reading. He said it in such a way that wasn't hostile but that it made me want to say no. So I told him no and since then I haven't read very much, if at all, in my own time.