Both my parents are very big readers and are constantly reading one or more books. Despite their constant pestering, I am not. It takes a lot for me to get into a book enough to actually want to sit down and read. I think the last time, and probably the only time, I actually went and looked through our book shelves to pick a book was when I couldn’t sleep and finally around 6 in the morning had the idea to read a book, because that almost never fails to put me to sleep. So I don’t read a whole lot, but once I do find a book that I can get into then I sometimes wish that I had more of a desire and enjoyment of reading.