I married an intelligent but uneducated guy who'd left school at 15 and taken up an apprenticeship in engineering. All he read was the Daily Mirror (Uk tabloid newspaper), never a book. Books were things he'd been forced to read at school and he wasn't interested. We met when he was 18 and I was 17 and married at 22 and 21. Until he was 35 that was the pattern of things re his reading. But then Fergie and Andrew started having marital probs. Her indiscretions at the poolside were featured in the Daily Mirror for page, after page, after page. DH screwed up newspaper, chucked it in the bin and said enough was enough. He'd try books again. So I took him to the library, held his hand while he looked round in nervous terror at all these books and helped him choose a Dick Francis thriller. He read it, enjoyed it, went back and got another. Diversified into Bernard Cornwell, George Macdonald Fraser, Leslie Thomas, Martin Cruz Smith etc. He hates war books and wham-bam mindless adventures (hates Clive Cussler for e.g.). He likes intelligent historicals - but not too highbrow. His favourite all time authors are Lindsey Davis and aforementioned Leslie Tomas. He's reading his first James Lee Burke at the moment. No comments as yet, only grunts.
These days he never has a book out of his hands and it's great to see. So men can come to reading at any time. Nona, looks like yours has turned the corner
