“Whatever our bedtime was as kids, we could stay up an extra half hour if we were reading. My parents didn’t care as long as I was under the spell of a Stephen King or a Douglas Adams. Now I read in bed. I read at work. I read standing in line. It’s like, ‘Hello, my name is Nathan and I am a reader.'”
We had much the same rule at my house – not only did Mom not care if I read under the covers with a flashlight, she made sure the flashlight had good, strong batteries!