It’s after lights out time, but that new book or comic, is just there to be read, and it definitely can’t wait until morning!
So, you make a tent under the bed clothes, snuggle down with a torch and the aforesaid reading matter, in complete confidence that your parents will never work out what you are up to!
But parents have an annoying habit of just popping in to check that you are okay, before they retire for the night and Oops! you’re rumbled, that’s if you haven’t already fallen asleep in your warm and cosy cocoon!
There was the token ‘telling off’, but nothing serious, certainly nothing to make you think you had better not do it again, or that some great crime had been committed.
That is why this line from the website bio. of Australian novelist Kate Morton, put a wholly different perspective on something, which to me, was always a totally innocent way of expressing my love of reading.
“When I was small, I always hid to read. I couldn’t shake the feeling that because reading was so pleasurable, it must somehow be illicit.”