M is for Mark (the baby)

I love all my siblings, and could never pick a favorite. Really. I couldn't. And wouldn't. And you shouldn't, either.

But if I had to, Mark would be in the running. Definitely in the top five.

Yeah, I think this pic speaks for itself.

Though my parents succeeded in turning five out of the six of us into readers, only Mark seems to be as obsessed with books as I am. Like me, he'll always have a book nearby and he devours them. He mostly reads epic fantasy and sci fi, two (of the many) genres I adore.

Mostly, though, I love Mark because one day, when I was visiting over the holidays, he got all excited telling me about the guy who was picked to finish Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. Yanno, this guy named Brandon Sanderson. Who? I asked. He was quite appropriately shocked and I left with the first two MISTBORN books in my hot little hands. (Mark, if you're reading this, I totally returned those to you. Like, ages ago. I'm not up here, years later, ignoring who they belong to while I loan them out to all my friends. Nu-uh.)

Since then, I can depend upon Mark to text me whenever there is any awesome Brandon news. He's content to talk books with me far into the night.

Also? Best. Uncle. Ever.

He did most of his growing up after I left home, but from the day I got to help with his home-delivery (which was awesome) to the day he got taller than all of us, my "littlest" brother Mark has been a constant source of delight.

Which can only increase when he proposes to his girlfriend already. *waves to Kelly* *is glad she's so far away* *is now worried that she'll see them in three weeks* *still doesn't delete the paragraph*

Any of your siblings share your obsessions?