When I was a kid, the worst punishment my mom could dish out was to take away my book. I had my nose in one pretty much all the time — on the bus, at the breakfast table, under the covers with a flashlight. Mom claimed I was neglecting everything else — homework, chores, playing outside — in favor of reading a good book. I said she should be delighted to have a daughter who loved reading so much. We never did learn to see eye-to-eye on this topic.