Dad read all my textbooks that night; he is a fast reader.

Mother had gone to bed and Dad was reading.

Dad read paragraph ten first, just as Pat meant him to do, and his eyebrows went up.

Dad had read the article, too, and was going on about language and whether it was a uniquely defining feature of man.

Dad did not always read from the masters.

Actually, Dad doesn't read fiction, so if someone doesn't tell him about this, he'll never know.

As I said before, Dad doesn't read fiction.

Dad read one to me over the phone.

Dad read him the fine print on a dollar bill, the part about "legal tender for all debts, public and private."

In the evenings his mother was out, and Dad would read them stories and put them to bed.