Dat Mundane Post, yo.

Reading and all that jazz, mhm. That's the first post for the etymology class, good thing I have a prompt for this too, 'cause I would have no freaking idea what to type about if not for it. <3 Mr. Hill for that'n. Okay, so, way back in the day when things were cool, there was a little guy in third grade who started reading them things called books/tomes whatever you want to throw down for their label (although tomes tend to hold more knowledge than books, so let's roll with books since it was for leisure back then.) I'd go home with a few books I'd snagged off of a book case in the classroom or go to our own little home book case filled with kiddie books at home. Reading was a before bed time activity for me, considering they seemed to always make me drowsy, and still to this day they do. It'd help little ol' me crash and burn after a mildely hard day at school. Mainley read those magic tree house books, something along those lines for the series name. Anywho, they were quick reads no doubt, normally I'd be able to finish one then just sail off to little magic faerie dream land. If I wasn't in such a good mood that night though, I'd usually take home an eye-witness book. Get my knowledge on before bed, the books weren't the wordiest of things, packed with plenty of picture with snippets of info in by the picture it pertained to. The eye-witness stuff influenced me more than the other books though in a way, nowadays I prefer a book of facts or containing lots of information over a topic of some sort (Vietnam books seem to catch my eye the most, something about hippies, rock and roll, and ill fated war gets the brain going). Fantasy can take a back seat to taboo as well, the whole asain mother breaking her childrens souls in Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, just seems more interesting, mostly because it involves the inner depths of the asain stereotype and how it reminds me of my friend Sean in some way (He's asian. Can't imagine why he isn't a neurosurgeon yet.)