19/05/2026
Less than 25% of children now read for pleasure. What a sad and terrifying thought. Reading has always been one of my greatest pleasures and one I love to share in my setting.
My sonâs English teacher once looked at me with a sorrowful expression during Parentsâ Night and asked me âAnd does he have access to ANY books at home?â
I took this quite badly, as I had by then written and published several books. In addition, my house was (and still is) full of what my beloved husband refers to as âMORE wretched books,â before asking with a sorrowful expression of his own âWhy do you need so many wretched books?â and I answer something along the lines of âWhy do you need so many wretched gadgets?â and a âspiritedâ argument ensues about how you can never have too many books/ gadgets and which were more useful/ important (books, obviously. Always books. Books can still be used in a power cut or in the event of some sort of apocalypse, assuming you have candles or daylight. Come the Rise of the Machines, he will regret his gadgets, whereas I will be out there smiting terminators with hefty copies of bonkbusters).
Despite the plethora of books covering every surface, for many years my son remained stubbornly resistant to them, to the point that I did often wonder if he actually could read (the jury is still out on my husband on this subject). Eventually though, one day he picked up a book that had piqued his interest. A few weeks later, he asked me to order him a book he had seen that he wanted to read, and immediately regretted this as I wept with maternal joy and attempted to clasp him to my bosom and express my pride that he had finally become aware of a world beyond Minecraft, Roblox and idiotic YouTube gamers. I was, apparently, being âa bit extraâ and âlike, soooo embarrassing, Mother.â
A big part of his conversion from âreading is so boringâ to âmaybe this could quite interestingâ was probably having books in the house- books of his own, books of mine, even the solitary book owned by my husband about how to build a car. Which he hasnât read. Though he did look at the pictures.
However, a dreadful and sad fact is firstly the dramatic decline in the number of children reading for pleasure- less than 25% now. And that one in ten children in Glasgow own no books at all, and have no books at home (and Iâm sure that figure is similar in other cities across the UK too). I canât imagine a life, a world, without books, and it is utterly miserable how many children are missing out on the imagination, the worlds, the stories contained in those pages.
So today I visited the new HarperCollins warehouse site, to help with their partnership with The Childrenâs Book Project, to donate and distribute 20000 books to primary schools in underprivileged parts of Glasgow. Some are new books donated by HarperCollins and independent publishers, some are books people have kindly given at donation points in Asda stores, but the important thing is that these are not books for classrooms, or school libraries- these are books that children can choose themselves and take home and keep, and that will hopefully start to help them see that reading is not just a chore to be endured in school (and that was very much my own view of reading in school- I HATED it, but LOVED reading for myself outside of school- again though, I was lucky enough to live in a house filled with books).
I honestly think that the most important thing, no matter what career or industry a child wants to enter, is imagination. From putting men on the moon, to building sewers for sanitation and public health, from the first man realising a cave was a better prospect than being eaten by a sabre toothed tiger to skyscrapers thousands of feet high, everything we have, including my husbandâs beloved gadgets, is down to someone having the imagination to think âI wonder what would happen if we did X or Yâ. And the best thing to develop a childâs imagination is to read, to visit other worlds, other lives and other stories.
So it was amazing to be part of this today, and to hopefully have played a small role in fostering a love of reading, and a spark of imagination in future generations. And does anything really convey the glossy, high glamour world of publishing like your very own personalised hi vis vest?