My grandfather was a lawyer. My mother’s brother was a lawyer. My ex-husband is a lawyer. My son is a lawyer. My stepson is a lawyer.


So why have I never had the slightest desire to be a lawyer?


Easy. I hate arguments.


And for that reason I am never going to say another word about the teaching of reading or the use of books in the classroom or what constitutes classic literature or whether it is of value in our lives or if , in fact, chocolate is better than vanilla.


And please stop emailing me about how I don’t know anything and am unqualified to comment on the subject, because it is hearsay and irrelevant and prejudicial.