A big fat YES from me regardless of the source of the leaflet. Confirmed book lover from the age of four; destined to become a librarian from the age of twelve, I gobble up words like food.
I know we read on Kindles and other machines but there will never, ever be anything for me to replace the book. I can imagine myself becoming a Luddite in my extreme old age when the anti-book police come looking for secret hoards and staches. Those dangerous hidden collections of germ ridden, dog eared books. Cookery books with stains on favourite pages. Novels so well thumbed the pages are stuck in to keep a cherished paperback. Factual books with notes attached to pages and written in margins. (shock horror to librarians in my early training.)
Book Trust provides books for children in poverty and deprived areas. At one time the lack of books in the home would be offset by books in school or libraries. Sadly that’s not the case for many areas. I saw a figure about libraries closing in 2018; from memory 130 plus. That’s 130 plus areas where children can’t go down to a library and lose themselves in the richness on offer. Stories that speak to them of their circumstances or stories which show them other worlds, paths and opportunities.
Of all the nastiness of austerity this is one aspect that breaks my heart. My life would have been unimaginable without books. And I mean unimaginable because the books I’ve read both fact and fiction have enabled me to imagine my world as offering more fun, presenting more opportunities and showing me more beauty.
Shame on those who’ve deprived children of the chance which it seems I was very privileged to have.