You've Got Mail Jack hurried out of school at the end of a long day, absentmindedly fiddling with his phone. He was looking forward to a quiet evening, relax, maybe watch TV, nothing much. His phone beeped, signalling a text message. Reluctantly, he opened it up. Probably from his mother or something. Little did he know it would change his #life... 'Hi Jack,' it read 'It's me! Well, you, well, a future version of you, anyway. 2 days, 4 hours and 24 minutes into the future to be precise. And I'm dead. As you can imagine I'm a bit miffed. It's not much use being dead and the wifi here's terrible. So I need your help. Well, my help, well, you know what I mean. I died in a freak accident. It wasn't pretty. But then deaths aren't normally. Anyway, brought up on my diet of junk food and video games, I didn't have the imagination to save myself. Maybe if I'd have just read a book, seen them as something more than just work, I would've had more intuition to escape. Books broaden the mind, unlock a world of possibility inaccessible before. Books give you power. Anyway, that's just your view from the benefit of hindsight. If you decide against it, then you can look forward to being dead. Cheerio! All my love, Jack.' When he got home, Jack rushed straight upstairs to his TV as usual. But when he went to reach for the remote, he hesitated. He turned instead to his old bookshelf, from which he picked up an ageing book, gathering dust. He sat on his bed, opened it up, and started reading. And he never stopped reading for the rest of his #life. And believe me, he had a very long #life.