When I was growing up I was a voracious reader. Books, comics, the backs of the shampoo bottles while I was showering, anything was a good read to me.
Now I don’t think it came naturally to me. This urge to read was something cultivated by my father. He went out of his way to buy me comic books, probably thinking if I wasn’t going to read Tolstoy, at least I could read Transformers comics – which were basically just an ad by Hasbro to get kids to buy their toys (which worked, I had a ton of Transformers).
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