Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.

What do people do if they don't read for fun? What do people do if they don't like it, do they realise what they're missing out on?

There so much to learn, to find, to enjoy, to cry along with, to strive for. How can there be people out there who don't enjoy finding a good book and doing nothing else but sitting and reading?