“I don’t read books. I just don’t see the point. There’s so many better things to do.”
The others waiting in line at the book signing stare, unbelieving. The friends that dragged him along shake their heads and load literature into his arms. They say, “Get this signed.” Greg obeys.

“It’s not like I can’t read. I go on the internet. I have my forums!”
The library folk ignore him, embarrassed. He gets the books in his arms signed- gifts for other people. He carpools home.

Greg starts his computer, double-clicks on a familiar icon, and selects a random link on his home page. Text covers his monitor, top to bottom, and the slowly scrolls down the page. Quietly, he cries.