Pug50 wrote:
According to that, England is ahead of Italy, Spain and the USA at least. Maybe I was just being too particular about the wording.
And the biggest bookshop I've ever seen was in Barcelona. So maybe I'm making the same case about Spain!

I'm glad to say we're marginally better than we were- we did used to trail everyone in Europe....Or more likely, Spain and Italy have got much worse.
I know what you mean though: How does this happen when my first port of call when I travel is a local bookshop, or failing that a Waterstones?
Let me relate a
personal example- a vignette of the mentality as it were:
~ I had left school and started an apprenticship. I was being funded through college and was learning on the shopfloor of an electrical engineering firm.
At lunchtime, the 6 guys and me on the shopfloor would all cluster around a bench to eat our lunch, read and chat.
I'd been working there a couple of months when I pulled out a book (I still have it: The 2nd Omnibus edition of HP Lovecraft Collected Mythos) and began reading while eating my lunch.
20 seconds passed when a large dirty fingernail attached to an even larger dirty mitt, in turn attached to Paul- a large, dirty, wiring fitter who I respected for being a (up until this moment) a sensible and fair chap. The book is forcibly pushed to the benchtop, with my fingers underneath and I look up, puzzled, into his suddenly unfriendly face:
"Can I help you, Paul?" I ask
"Wots that then?" He asked, pointedly
"Oh- It's HP Lovecraft, he wrote a bunch of horror stories in the 1920s and..." I say
"NO!....WOT IS that?" He asked again, with more force
I'm a bit non-plussed and answer ".....Err...A Book?"
He smiled in triumph and recieves nods of encouragement from the rest of them:
"That right- A BOOK.....Let me tell yew somethin', Lad....Out here YOU read The Sun or The Mirror. YOU don't read BOOKS. Books is for THEM in the office."
I'm open mouthed but he continued
"Let me tell you summat: Readin' books won't get you anywhere"
A rumbled chorus of "S'rights" from my fellow workers concluded the discussion.
I put my book away, saddened that I was working with a bunch of guys who'd decided that reading was a threat or out of reach or simply something 'we don't do'...Wierd 'proletarian pride' or working-class-heroism. or god-knows-what.
...I put my notice in 6 weeks later and have never looked back.
That was 16 years ago. Since then I've increased my salary 528% incrementally and I'm now Global Audit Manager for an Aerospace Multinational.
And EVERY place I go I carry a book or a Kindle.
And EVERY place I've worked in in those 16 years, there's been a proportion of people who've said one of the following:
"I can't see what you get out of books"
"I've not read nuffin since I left school, me"
"Why'dyer read then- it's ****in' borin'"
"How comes yer always readin?'"
And it never fails to sadden me.
Like Tyrion Lannister said: A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.
