premise: They had bookshelves , um , that my daddy built , that were built in bookshelves and he um , they were filled up with books , and one summer , I remember when I was a teenager , I just made it a mission to read as many of those books as I could , and I plowed , they were fiction most of them and true is true and true is true and true is true and true is true and true is true .
hypothesis: One summer I read through a lot of the books on the shelf .