MY DAD IS READING MY BOOK?

I learned recently that my dad was reading my book. Now this might not seem like a big deal to most people, but you don't know my dad. He is a mathematical genius, an amazing inventor of contraptions that would make him a millionaire if he cared about that, and he is an awesome carpenter and builder. But he is not an avid reader. When I wrote my first book (a non-fiction work about single parenting), he of course did not read it because I'm sure the subject matter wasn't of much interest, but he did ask me how I had the patience to put all those thoughts together in writing. I have the same questions for him when I see the car he built from scratch and wonder how he knew how to do that. In that way, my dad and I are very much alike. We just have different talents and abilities. His reading, therefore, has consisted of newspapers, magazine articles and maybe a few short stories here and there that have to do with sports figures. But a novel? Not likely. I was elated to find out, then, that he was reading my novel and was actually enjoying it (according to my mom). I'm sure he was pressured by all their friends my mom was bragging to about it, so he felt he should read it so he could say that he had! More importantly, though, I am delighted that my dad wants to know what I do and would take the time to read the result of my patience with words. Thanks, Dad.