When I was a kid there was no place I wanted to be more than curled up with a book in the big squishy chair in the living room. That was fine with my mom...in the winter, she was always urging me to go outside and play when the weather was nice. She would bug me, until she got me outside. The thing is...as soon as she was busy doing something I would sneak back into the house, grab my book and then go back outside.
If I "had" to be outside, I wanted to be up the crab apple tree in our front yard...so, I perfected the art of climbing a tree with a paperback book in my teeth. It solved my problem and hers quite well. I was still reading, and I was outside. In all those years I only fell out of the crab apple tree once! ;)