The History Teacher posted this great pic on Facebook today:
I look back to my childhood and remember very little TV viewing time. My mother was a real dragon in that respect. I grew up largely ignorant of commercial TV, and it's only now, with re-runs of old shows that I'm seeing most of them for the first time - which amazes DB! Having said that, Mum would sit us down in front of all sorts of carefully chosen programs, and I remember rolling around the floor laughing at the antics of people like Buster Keaton, and Laurel and Hardy, in old silent movies in black and white, nature programs, and documentaries about all sorts of things. The only American TV I saw as a child was Sesame Street, which had just come to Australia. However, we weren't bored. The TV just wasn't a big part of our lives. Books were - there were always books. We had our own books, which were continually added to at birthdays and other gift giving times. There was the weekly visit to the public library. And there were school libraries. To this day, I find it hard to understand how people can just sit passively in front of the box watching things they aren't particularly interested in... For myself, if what's on doesn't interest me, I'll go pick up a book. Often, if I'm trawling my own bookcases, I'll have to answer, yet again, how it is that I can read the same book over again - the question often posed by one of my menfolk who are watching an episode of Two and a Half Men, Seinfeld, or some other inane sitcom for the umpteen millionth time! A book, no matter how many times I read it, always offers up something new each time I read it. A new book, of course, is a whole new adventure.
So, my challenge to all my book junkie friends is to book bomb any TV watching zombies in your families! There are all sorts of subversive ways to get people reading - Seventeen read I, Iago in the week he was away in January - spurred on by his affinity with the character from studying Othello last year, and his curiosity about what another writer had done with him. DB is currently reading The Life of Pi. I gave them those books...so if I've guilted them into it because they feel they should read them...so be it! Our house now has books all over the place, and they're not all mine any more. It feels great!