Gather round friends it's time for a story.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Caitlin. She was in grade 6 and had a passion for reading. This was great as some of her classmates also liked to read. One day, while on the bus home from school, she noticed a grade 7 boy reading a book called Eragon. She had never heard of it before but thought it was really cool that someone was reading on the bus. She even considered bringing her own book on the bus home. However, some boys came up to the boy and threw his copy of Eragon on the floor of the bus, teasing him for reading and calling him a loser.
Thus, my friends, began my fear of telling people I was a reader. In my entire life, I have only told my family, one of my ex-boyfriends, and of course everyone on Goodreads that I was a reader. I have never told any of my real-life friends that I actively like to read, except for when John Green's books were really popular and I read some of them. I haven't invited anyone to my house since I purchased bookshelves over a year ago because I'm ashamed of my love for reading. All of this because of someone throwing someone else's book and bullying them over reading.
This was a totally useless story but this is why I have Eragon on my "couldn't pay me to read this" shelf. I can never look at this book the same.