Book excerpt: I have a confession to make. When I read, I run one finger along the text, just to keep my place. It's weird, I know- and it makes it look like I'm about seven, or illiterate. But I'm not, I swear- at least you believe me. That's more than I can say for my English teacher. The funny thing is, everything that happened afterward is a direct result of this finger in the text thing, and even though that makes for a weird story, you've got time to listen, so just chill and I'll tell you all about it.