"Take a look, it's in a book...

...Reading Rainbow."

I'm a nerd.

Yup, I will admit it. I have assumed it for awhile, but I just realized it now as I was doing something I didn't even think was that abnormal...making me a nerd.

I am reading a book. That, in and of itself, is not odd. I enjoy reading--English majors read. It is the way of the world. However, English majors do something else at times that the rest of the world does not take part in. We take notes on what we read. Generally, this is done so that when we are tested over a piece of literature or have to write a paper about it, we can refer to our notes and in-text underlines to know what to quote and utilize. Seems logical, right?

No. I am reading a book I borrowed from Nick called "The Devil in the White City." It is a nonfiction novel (yeah, a nonfiction novel--a genre I have never experienced) with tons of characters, events, facts, and figures. I found myself getting confused and refering to things I had already read in order to read this book, so I began taking notes. I am now on my 3rd piece of paper (small paper, but still...) with descriptions of characters, their relations to one another, events and places. I hold the book in my left hand and keep the pen in my right. I had to refrain from underlining seemingly important passages as this is not my book and Nick would probably get angry if I marred the pages of his tome.

But seriously! Who does that? Why can't I read for pleasure?