Floating down to Camelot

I don't remember learning to read. My parents have told me that they suggested occasionally that I might want to start making sense of these word things, and did some gentle attempts to make me think that way, but I showed no interest. Then, when I was just about to start school, I suddenly panicked, thought I'd be expected to read fluently before I started, and announced "I'm going to learn to read now"... and did, pretty much instantly. Had my parents pushed me more, though, I wonder what the result would have been.

I find it very depressing how many households supposedly contain no books at all. And then you have that stupid estate agent thing, when they tell you to get rid of your books if you want your house to sell...!