I would credit my father for this. Although he worked a lot, and was more of the “strong silent” type, some of my earliest memories are of him sitting in the armchair with a thick novel in his lap. There was a look of deep concentration and peace about him that I still associate to this day with reading.
Once I was old enough, I remember such pride at being able to use and read my fathers book collection, and being given over an entire shelf in the family “library” of sorts for my own growing collection.
I know I have found a love of reading, and hopefully a modicum of the peace, my father attained while reading.
Thank you, dad.