The only book my mum had ever enjoyed reading was "Little Women" (she's in her 70s btw). I think that she was genuinely put off from reading when she was at school because of the book choices. Anyway, one holiday I had "Of Mice and Men" with me and was reading it. We're at a pool and there's nothing to do (this was before mobile phones) so she picks up the book and figures why not? Cue my mum sobbing next to the pool and then being utterly devastated at dinner that night. "Why couldn't he just take Lenny and run?" She prefers sudoku for her relaxing time now.