I was never really a rebellious child, so I also felt bad staying up to read, which I why I didn’t do it often. My first memory of staying up to read after bedtime was The Twilight Saga. Yes, I did still have a bedtime, and yes I defied it more than several times to stay up and read. I used to have my pillow at the end of my bed nearest the window, so I could pull the curtain back and read from what little light there was outside. It was easier in the summer, when it was lighter for longer, but nothing used to stop me!
What’s your story about staying up late to read? Did you do it often, or only on the odd occasion? Let me know in the comments!
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