I haven't read in a pretty long time (Sorry Mrs. Gross!) because in order to read, I would have to sacrifice the time that I spend sleeping, which isn't too much time to being with. I picked up one of my favorite books, When You Reach Me, by Rebecca Stead. I found the book back in fifth grade toward the back of my bookshelf, and it didn't have a cover on it, so I had absolutely no idea what it was about. It ended up being one of my favorite books, for it has a deep meaning hidden behind a simple story.
I'm going to go eat food now. Peace out.