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03 Jun 2016

Boys Who Live With Books ‘Earn More as Adults’

“A room without books is like a body without a soul,” words of Roman philosopher, Cicero.

New research has uncovered a strong correlation between the earnings of adults and whether they grew up surrounded by books as children.

Three economists at the University of Padua studied 6,000 men born in nine European countries and concluded that children with access to books could expect to earn materially more than those who grow up with few or no books.

They studied the period from 1920 to 1956, when school reforms saw the minimum school leaving age raised across Europe. They looked at whether, at the age of 10, a child lived in a house with fewer than 10 books, a shelf of books, a bookcase with up to 100 books, two bookcases, or more than two bookcases.

Over the period studied, the research, published in the Economic Journal, found that an additional year of education increased a man’s average lifetime earnings by 9%.

Men brought up in households with less than a shelf of books earned only 5% more as a result of the extra year’s education, compared with 21% more for those who had access to a lot of books. And those that had access to books were more likely to move to the better-earning opportunities in cities than those without books.

The men’s first job was also much more likely to be a white-collar job.

Books matter because they encourage children to read more and reading can have positive effects on school performance. A home filled with books indicates advantageous socio-economic conditions.  This may indicate that a home with books encourages cognitive and socio-emotional skills, which are important for economic success in life.

11 Mar 2016

Honour Page: Diary Entry by Beatrix

Dear Diary,


My teacher is absolutely horrid! She embarrassed me by reading my autobiography to the whole class, even though she knows perfectly well it’s private. Then when I was finished she let out this cackle of a laugh, the sort that made you want to hurl yourself off a cliff. When the bell went for lunch break, I marched straight to the girls’ cubicles to have a good cry.


Then, I heard the door groaning loudly and in came Stella. That quietened me down a little. For some odd reason, I always felt rather stupid, crying in front of Stella. I miserably pulled the chain and pushed open the door. All of a sudden my face lit up when I spotted her, all pink and pretty, washing her hands in the sink. She must have heard me crying because she immediately came over, so I started to talk things out with her. She helped me wash my tear-stained and then we played ‘hair salon’ and I was a posh lady and she played ‘washing my hair’.


It felt so soothing having her sharp, dainty fingernails run through my silky curtain of hair. That lasted pretty much until the end of break and when it was time to go, we bumped straight into Mrs Prye and then she started on this long lecture about ‘safety, responsibility and independence’…



By Beatrix 8yr old – “Wants to be an author in the future”