She's reading the same book over and over. She's depressed.

I couldn't even be bothered to read.

I want to read English. Books? Sorry? You want to read English books?

I see. Continue, Dolores.

Where did you go? Cambridge.

I read them. You read them? I read. Yes. No one reads them. Only the lawyers who put them together read them.

Won't you be able to just read my mind?

I mean this is like reading about my own life.

But when I read this, I had to try it.

When you're in bed, Daddy Pig will read you a story. Hooray.

And I don't want to make it worse by mispronouncing this. How do you say this word?

I don't have to read it. I know every painful detail.

Read the other choice. How do you know there is one?

Nothing! Could we just please, for once, read from the book?

It's always fun watching him read someone else's work.

When I was at university in England, my flatmate was from Texas.

Please read it, Daddy. Ok. The wonderful world of concrete.

Well, sometimes you have to read in your car while your husband thinks you're working late.

That's the 2 points. Hey, you should really read that book you wrote.

Can you really afford to spend four months reading novels in the Alps?