My father is a retired prison guard. He was never a particularly scholarly person, but he worked hard at improving himself so he would be eligible for promotions and pay raises. He brought home books on spelling, improving your vocabulary, speed reading and the like. And after he was done, I would devour them too.
Perhaps I got my love of reading from Mom, but it was from Dad I learned the value of reading to gain new knowledge. That’s one of the reasons you’ll see reviews of non-fiction books on this blog. I want to learn, to stretch my mind around new ideas and facts.
Happy Father’s Day!
Tell me a story about your father and reading, or about your favorite fictional father.
