The 19th Floor

Feed Your Head

I came across this little blurb entitled "Thirteen Ways to Raise A Nonreader." Clever. When I was a kid, I would read at the dinner table. It pissed off my parents to no end, but I think they let it slide to get me to eat a little more (I wasn't a big eater back then). All that dinner time reading was probably good preparation for college and law school. Then again, I kind of flubbed my way through my Victorian Novel exam because I never finished Middlemarch. I think I still got an A, though. And in the unlikely event that I ever produce children, I'll actively encourage them to read at dinner, so long as it's nothing by Tom Clancy or Danielle Steele.