Reading: Is It Biology or Is It Environment?

My barber asked me last week if I go everywhere with a book in my hand. She's been cutting my hair for twenty years now and she remarked that she doesn't recall a single time that I sat in her chair without first closing the book that I carried in with me. She's right; I don't recall a single time either. (These days, it is more likely that I’m closing and e-reader cover than a physical book, however.)

That got me to thinking about the difference between avid readers and those who either don't read at all, or who only read one of the obvious bestsellers once or twice a year. I wonder what turned some of us into readers and left so many others unblessed with the inclination? Is it genetic? Are some us simply born this way and others not? 

It's kind of scary to think that something like a love of reading, something that has played such a large part in my life, was given to me through sheer, random chance. I have only one sibling, a non-reading brother, and I cringe to think that there was a 50-50 chance that I would miss out on the "reading gene" and that that little fellow would end up in my brother's DNA rather than in mine. Of course, he's probably just as happy being a non-reader as I am being a book nut since he has no way of knowing what he's missed. But still…the very thought shakes me a little.

I'm coming to believe that it is near impossible to turn a person who is inclined to be a non-reader into an avid one. Yes, you might be able to move them along the reading scale in that direction (as I’ve managed to do with my brother in recent years), but I don't believe that they will ever turn into the kind of book nut that so many of us were destined to be. That spark is either there, waiting to flame up when it's ready, or it's not there at all, and throwing all the gasoline in the world on it won't start a fire.

What has been your experience?