I grew up in a bookish household, and while it's true my mom did most of the bedtime stories, we saw our dad reading, and reading all sorts of things, often. He has an incredible library of books on religious studies, texts, all filled with all sorts of interesting things for us to poke around and try to understand when we were younger (don't worry Dad, we never borrowed anything without telling you;) ). He didn't just read dry religious dissertations and studies, though. He read fantasy. Science fiction. Fantasy/science fiction mash ups. Non fiction. I'm sure he even tolerated reading Dr. Seuss to us a few times (you laugh, but seriously, it gets old even when it's wonderful stuff). He and our mom took us to book stores, and let us creep through the shelves, and let us pick books we wanted to read, without setting rules. He took us to the library to check out books when we couldn't buy them, and made sure they were returned on time. We didn't usually have a lot of disposable income, and we never went on a family vacation, but every book that our parents brought into our home showed us world upon worlds of different places, different viewpoints, different things, and that will stay with us forever, and be passed on to our children, and their children.
It's true, readers are made in the laps of their parents. They see us reading for fun or relaxation, and they carry that with them. They see us reading to learn, and they carry that with them. They see us reading when things are good or bad, when we just need a few moments (or more) to collect ourselves before jumping into the chaos again, and they carry that with them as they grow, and they pass it on.