I was never a big reader when I was in school. In fact, I hated it. When assigned books to read in my English classes, I either discussed the topics of the book ever so briefly 15 minutes before the tests with my classmates, or I bought the Cliffs Notes so I could skim through the material in order to pass the class.

I responded best to visual stimulants as a kid. Television and video games held my interest, not words on a page. To this day, I’m still a visual learner and often need to see something to understand it. However, my thirst for knowledge and my desire to read grew as I got into college and now the real world.

Ask me to give you any details about the book, To Kill a Mockingbird, I wouldn’t be able to tell you anything except that it is a classic novel by Harper Lee that every school kid must read at some point in his or her education. But with the announcement this week that Lee’s sequel, written in the mid-1950s, will soon be published, I’m suddenly interested in picking up the book I once discarded at the bottom of my backpack and read it cover to cover to find out what I missed before I read what happens in the sequel.