I remember Julie of the Wolves! I was actually thinking of it the other day and trying to remember the title. I loved that book growing up, and I distinctly remember using some of the stuff in it about the hierarchy of wolves on our family dog when I was like, 10. Those were good times.

It helped having an incredibly boring public school curriculum that did nothing to keep me engaged (my parents pulled me out and sent me to private school that same year as a result) and very supportive, book-loving parents who'd read it before and were willing to help me get through the difficult parts.

Because no one likes having their neck kissed/licked/sucked/nibbled/what-have-you, and no one occasionally gets caught up in the heat of the moment.

I'm the daughter of a librarian (Mom) and a sci-fi buff (Dad), so I always had a plethora of reading material to choose from as a child. Nearly every room in our house had a bookshelf, even the kitchen, so I used to raid them all the time. I always thought reading the way I did was normal, until I went to school and…