That means for every four adults you know, chances are that one of them didn't even read one book.
How tragic is that? I can't even comprehend how that's possible. Yes, there are other things to read - online articles, magazines, this blog - but books are, of course, my favorite. If it's a children's book, it doesn't even take long. A few months ago, I was shelving my personal bookcases and sitting on the floor. I finished, but wasn't ready to get up yet.
So I read a book. Neil Gaiman's Wolves in the Walls, which I hadn't actually read yet, and then I was ready to get up and get moving again.
It's that simple.
The good news is that I'm preaching to the choir here, as I'm fairly confident that most of you are readers. Thank heavens for that!
Also, today is my half-golden birthday! I'm 25.5 now!