tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360091480233165032.post8362045266590354583..comments2024-03-18T07:51:50.975+00:00Comments on MRS TREFUSIS TAKES A TAXI: READING BOOKSHelen Brocklebankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04572008161376510229noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360091480233165032.post-69414964276496562532015-02-16T18:29:28.152+00:002015-02-16T18:29:28.152+00:00Yes, I completely understand what you mean. When ...Yes, I completely understand what you mean. When I was young, I was a real book snob - only literary texts were worth reading in my opinion. I voraciously read what I termed rubbish but just didn't admit it. <br /><br />I think the turning point came when I managed to persuade a friend who was a self confessed non reader and proud of it to read a book. That book just happened to be a Danielle Steel romance. I felt I'd failed because I hadn't got her reading Dickens or something but she was so enthusiastic and inspired to find out more about San Francisco (the book was set in San Francisco) that I realised it really doesn't matter. The main thing was that she was reading and loving it.Beautiful Things - Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12037366136763465550noreply@blogger.com