If I ever question what kind of person I am, I just think about the summer I lived in Germany. I was anticipating the next Harry Potter release (Deathly Hallows). Even though my mom had reserved a copy for me state side, I couldn't  wait until I flew home to read it. I learned enough German to beg for a reserved copy at a local book store the day before it came out. I then dragged my friends down a cobbled street at midnight. I spent most of the next day sitting in a pub, reading it while friends played darts.