Books have been my passion. I remember instances when I used to sneak to the kitchen late in the nights to read books (couldn't use the hall or the bedrooms as the light would be seen by my parents :)) At home, I used to always be with books. This habit of mine was a real pain for my mother. It was she who had introduced me to books and I'm sure she really regretted that day!! Chores would be conveniently forgotten, food untouched or left to burn, milk left to boil over and what not!!! If she had to get something done by me, she would have to hide the books first. :) Even then I would be reading the bits and pieces on the paper that was used to cover something bought in the grocery!!! I remember times when I've read bits of stories with no beginning or end. :))
On thinking back, I think books have just been books. I do seem to be capable of living without a book for months. :) The last time I read a book was about 5 months back...Now that's an achievement for me.
PS: I do manage to read the newspaper and magazines regularly...and you need to add blogs to the list now. So, it doesn't really look like an achievement right?