My little sister is hilarious.  I was inspired to write this after tripping over a love-worn copy of Harry Potter 5, one of three books on the small bathroom floor.  In the morning, she sometimes holds everyone up by reading on the stairs, blocking the way to the front door.  Or getting engrossed in a book in the bathroom and forgetting where she is.  Or (my favourite) trying to do up her shirt buttons and tie while holding a book open to the right page with her small, skilled toes.