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This is an interesting conversation because it makes me think of my own childhood and wonder where my sister and I got our love of books and reading. We are addicts.
I never once saw either of my parents read a book. I saw my mom reading magazines sometimes, but only when we were camping or on the beach and there was no tv.
By contrast, my kids have seen me reading nearly every single day since birth and yet only one reads as much as I do. The other three are all occasional pleasure readers. They are all adults except one so I think their reading patterns are pretty well established.
My husband will be 50 in March and has only read one book in his entire life. Sad but true.
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