Ever since I was little my dad has been trying to get me to read. I personally think it had to opposite effect on me. As I got older he would always tell me about his favorite book and how I’m old enough to read it. I would resist and resist as much as I could. One day my brother gave in and decided to read the book. He and my dad would constantly talk about it. I’ve always been competitive and one of the hardest competitions was being “the favorite”. I decided I was willing to take him up on his offer. When I started to get ahead in the book my brother started to stop. Even though it shouldn’t, this made me happy. Unfortunately, I actually started to like reading the book. My dad was right, and that’s something you don’t hear me say often. Hence why I’m reading “Red Rising”