Ayup.
My Grandad got me hooked when I was 8(9?) with Tom Sawyer, The Arthurian legends, Fairy tales (of the Grimm variety), Call of the Wild, etc. I remember being so engrossed in a comic one time I paid no attention while my Stepdad stood on my bed where I was reading and affixed some goop he had concocted at the one of the U of I chem labs on the ceiling which s l o w l y formed a drip and landed on the page I was reading. I brushed it off, finished the story and only then asked what the hell was that stuff. Was rather frequently jolted of a reading trance by having my name shouted at me (after multiple, louder attempts to get my attention).
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