“My child just doesn’t read”, I hear parents complain. “I buy so many books, but she’s just not interested.”
I used to feel almost guilty about my son’s voracious appetite for books, till I realised he hadn’t been miraculously ‘blessed’ with the love for reading- he had merely inherited it from his mother.
“Which was the last book you read?”, I’ve now started asking. If they can remember that far back, it is usually the name of a potboiler or a self-help book they give me.
How can you teach kids to love books if you don’t love them yourself?