I have never really been much of a reader, the truth be known, I hated reading. In grade school, I was forced to participate in the accelerated reader program. I had always viewed reading books the same as doing my homework. Books were something I read because I had to, not because I wanted to. Every year my school would sponsor a Scholastic Book Fair, and every year I would go and look at the books only because I got out of class to do it. The school would set up an elaborate display of books in the music room and would invite our parents and their pocketbooks to come take a look. The normally bleak music room was now filled with book selves. The walls were lined with many books, and posters to encourage reading were placed on any wall that remained clear. The book fair seemed to have every book imaginable; fantasy, science fiction, comics, non-fiction, children’s, biographies, but nothing ever looked interesting to me. Then, during my sixth grade year, I was looking through the books like I normally did and finding nothing interesting, like I normally did. My parents, who are both strong readers, told me to find a book that looked interesting and try it in hopes of getting me to enjoy reading. I was just about done looking when a book caught my eye. The cover of the book was a dark picture of an old looking house with the silhouette of a man in the attic window. The title of the book made the picture on the cover even more interesting, it was the “House of Dark Shadows.” I was even more excited when I learned that the book was actually the first book in a series of three. The second book, “The Watcher in the Woods”, had a picture of a silhouette of another man, but standing on the edge of some trees.