Then it gets ridiculous: she walks around reading a book, not looking up. I'm trying to talk to her about something important and she just grunts. I'm one of the few parents you'll hear shouting, 'For the tenth time, will you please put that book down!'
Eventually, the girl lets the book go. But where's the bookmark? Despite having scores of the things, she grabs the nearest object and pops it in as a page marker. So there are hair bobbles, necklaces and teddy bears – even an egg timer once – joining in the business of her reading.
But now, as an adult, I do read for pleasure. Gone are the days of sitting for hours with a good summer read – in fact, funnily enough they ended about eight years ago! However, I read for about 15 minutes before I go to sleep every night, and slowly but surely I get through some wonderful stories. Sometimes I nod off after a couple of pages and I have to recap the next night. Sometimes I am so gripped that I don't turn the light off for ages. But I do get through them, and I do enjoy it.