One of my favorite childhood memories is my mom reading to my brother and I after we finished dinner. We read adventure books sometimes like The Lost World but we also read Wind in the Willows which has no dinosaurs or guns. And we looked up every word we didn't know (Scottish people and their big words). Dinner was for family time and books.
Maybe being an introvert (despite being loud) gives me an extra push toward loving books- they are quiet companions.
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