I was about fourteen when I walked it the kitchen and my G-Ma was reading. I told her I was bored. So she told me the story line of the series that she was reading. It was about siblings who were locked in the attic of there grandparents home.
I was so worried for them. I remember asking if they were going to be alright.
My grandmother looked at me and said "I don't know." with this huge smile on her face.
"Well why not?" I said."That is horrible, those poor kids." I was ready to call the police and the army the national guard to save those kids in the Attic of there horrible G-mas house.
She told me it was just a book and if I wanted to know the end...
She smiled patted my head and handed me the book.
Thanks Grandma, I love and miss you everyday!