We love to read in my house, it is a big part of our lives. I am a librarian, my children understand and respect the dewey system. As all humans should.
The eldest lied to me today, I asked her to do something for me, I even said she could finish the end of the chapter before she had to start. She treated me like a fool and lied.
Bloody children turning into pre teens is not my forte, I tell thee.
So, in my own words, I said this, once the shock of being lied to chilled a little:
True story: A young man came into my library once and asked me if we had any books, I shit you not. I looked about me and said 'well, yeeessss'