My son's classroom window has "what I've read" lists by several of his classmates. Two girls have at least two pages of book lists. I didn't see a list for my son and wondered about that: he does like reading but usually I catch him reading comic strip anthologies, or Astroboy or Pokemon. So I was surprised when his teacher reported his reading capability was well beyond his grade level. Right now he's reading Treasure Island.
Where I live and work books are frequently discussed, and are the most common ice-breaking topic for the otherwise reticent citizens. When they discuss their favourites they usually mention classics, which I have yet to read for pleasure. At a dinner on Tuesday a fellow guest recommended Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita to me. When I used the online library catalogue, I found it had many positive reviews and holds. I take out at least 50 books for me, and 20 books for my son through the local library branches. You'd be surprised how many people here wait in line or take the bus with Dostoyevsky, or George Eliot, or even Charles Lamb.
Harris Interactive Poll: Over One-Third of Americans Read More Than Ten Books in Typical Year.
Maybe my long bus ride to work affords me much more reading time, coupled with the fact that books are still popular where I live (a local company that is now a major online reseller started out selling books). Most of my friends have personal reading libraries whose size and breadth put mine to shame.
This is disjointed, I know. I rarely write more than a few paragraphs. Maybe if I read more offline and less online...
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