My Dad had good intentions, but it was hard. He said garbage in garbage out. Referring to junk on TV would lead us (all 9 of us) to have a junk filled brain. (In the photo above I am the one about 3 years leaning against the wall.)
Our house was filled with books, they were in every room piles and piles of books. But for some reason I did not read unless it was something to do with science, until about 3 years ago when a friend asked me to join her book club.
Now that was fun I started reading and sharing with friends over food and wine! I still never finish the books. I always loose interest. I am a slow reader, I do not like endings or good byes and a million other random excuses.
I ran my first marathon this past year, next on the "bucket list" read the Bible or other book of wisdom. That sounds too hard. I am starting to like the fact that I can do hard things. So I will read the book of Psalms this year. There that sounds much more manageable.