I knew the lads at school would call me an egghead for admitting it, but I fucking loved reading. Thrillers, murder mystery, true crime, autobiographies—it didn’t matter. I devoured every genre like crack. For me, books trumped rugby, soccer, and pretty much every other extracurricular activity I found myself lumped into. One of my favorite things about Liz was that she matched my enthusiasm for reading. We could easily sit for hours in each other’s company reading, without feeling an ounce of pressure to
