Hawk is sure his father has read and recorded everything down here.

While my father read his evening paper, I asked him what war sounded like.

My father read to me in the evening, something I looked forward to enormously.

The difference is, my father could read his paper on the subway.

"Are these books your father has just read, or did he write them too?"

A phrase my father had read that day appeared in his mind now.

But my father only read me the action stuff, the good parts.

Her father often read stories and poems to the family.

So for now his father read some books with him.

One evening, after a hard day's work, he went to the library where his father was reading.