Reading isn't a traumatic experience

A few days ago I started reading the book that I have to read for class (quite interesting). Today I am almost a quarter of the way through. Arsenic under the Elms is a very engaging book, balancing equal parts story, history, and forensic science. It covers the victorian murders of two women and the ensuing trials. I chose this book because it seems that it reads like another book I like that combines stories and science, The Poisoner's Handbook by Deborah Blum. The book I am currently reading is very interesting, and I am currently at the point where the trial on Herbert Hayden is starting. I look forward to the rest with anticipation.

Why I am a digital native

Back in prehistoric times, around the 1950s really, my grandfather worked at NMSU. There, he was involved with the giant room-sized computers (a constant playground for my mother and her sisters). Now, he just works with computers (my oldest aunt followed in his footsteps, and her son is doing the same). He prefers Macs. When one has so much influence from the digital side of things, it's rather like a constant seige. You fight it, and try to evade the oncoming attacks, but eventually you just give in, and start to love your captors (computers and those who manipulate them) in a sort of Stockholm syndrome. It did not help when I befriended another computer geek. Now, in my immediate family, I'm the unofficial computer guru.
This has grown to be a lifestyle of sorts to me, using the internet with little restraint, making me more introverted than if I didn't use the internet as much (a rather insignificant difference, now that I think about it).