Where the time comes from

A while ago I was talking to Russ who said he hadn't read a book for 6 months because his wife banned him from reading. She said he was completely useless when he had his head in a book. This is a busy man, looking after a couple of kids and painting houses around parenting, so book reading was time invested for no return. He seemed comfortably resigned to the ban.
One of the blokes I work with read his first book this year last month, on holidays. He says he'd like to read more, but doesn't have time so reading is a strictly holiday-time experience.
P made a vow to read one book a month this year, and has clocked 3 books so far, so the average isn't looking good.
I've chatted to a half dozen people recently about reading, and there's a common theme: most people can't imagine where the time comes from to read, and I can't imagine how you can brush your teeth without a book in one hand.

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