I don't understand when people don't read. I can't imagine not caring about reading. Not getting new books and being excited to discover what lies within the pages. I can't walk past a book shelf without stopping to run my fingers along the spines, look over summaries on the back, and imagine where the book might take me. What would it be like to see a random book lying on a table and....just not be curious about it? I have no idea.
I read almost anything. I do make an attempt to read at least one classic every year. Aside from that, I read whatever sounds good. Or whatever I read mentioned in another book. Or whatever a friend or relative or the newspaper recommends.
I read to the boys, too. I read them my favorite books from childhood. Books like The Pink Motel, From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, Key to the Treasure and Charlotte's Web. I never run out of books for them either. I hope they will share my passion for reading. I think they will. Sometimes, at dinner, I tell them a synopsis of the book I'm reading. Once in a while, they beg to know the ending. I never tell them. No spoilers in my house!
Readers, what are you reading besides blogs lately? I'm reading Madame Bovary right now, but by the time this publishes, I'll have moved on to something else.