I didn’t learn to read and write until I was in the 3rd grade. Because, lets face it, I’m a fucking idiot. Well, that’s not entirely true. Not the idiot part. I’m totally a fucking idiot. The bit about why it took me so long to learn… You see, I hated school. No, you don’t get it. I’m saying, I fucking HATED school. I especially hated the reading and writing lessons. They made my tiny little head hurt. So I decided not to learn it. When the teachers would do their stupid lessons, I’d just put my hands over my ears and go “Laa la la laaa, I can’t hear you!” In this fashion, I learned from an early age, to hate books. To hate them with a burning passion. Because it was torture for me to read. It took forever for me actually get through a book. So if it sucked, I’d throw the damn thing across the room. So now, I write scathing book reviews on the book that piss me off. Of course, I also write reviews on books that I love, and everything inbetween. I write fiction as well. I'm nearly finished with my first novel. Raw chapters of my novel can be found at killingeveryday.com.