That seems depressingly low to me as well, but I read a lot mostly cause I don't sleep all that well.

Oscar Wilde originally wrote Salomé in French. It has since been translated into English. I saw a production of it about 8 years ago. I'm not sure if a French play written by an Anglo-Irish playwright counts as something that made the translation jump or not.

in my family, my generation is the most active readers

I come from a family of readers. My mom says I'm just like her mom when I read, because I get so involved and totally phase out what's going on around me. I'm not so bad as when I was younger. My parents (thinking they were funny) used to say things like "your hair is on fire" if I was too into my book and didn't hear them ask me to do something. It may be more of a pack-rat thing, but my parents have soooooo many books, many of which belonged to my grandparents (Not even counting the 10 or so boxes of books which are mine that I currently have no room for and am considering purging soon to rid myself of the ones I probably won't read again or which will just be easier to get from the library). One time someone who had a grudge against my mom called the police to report that we had stolen hundreds of books from the public library. (She was a little mental)

My sister was never a great reader when she was younger, but I think we've rubbed off on her because she reads a lot now.

I have a friend who is proud of the fact that he doesn't read. Only the fact that he's a very talented musician redeems him in my eyes (playing on the multiple intelligences thing).

Last summer I went houseboating with some people who were friends of friends and they were overly amazed that I had finished a book in a day (it was Nora Roberts). The way one of them reacted totally brought me back to my jr. high/high school days- like people would act all impressed but secretly they were thinking of what an uber-freak I was.

I always think it's very sad when someone comes to my house, beholds the mighty Wall of Books, realizes there's more bookshelves everywhere, and says, as if it's a bad thing, "Do you really read all these books?"

My mom keeps telling me to leave some of my books at home, as I keep on accumulating more and they become somewhat of a hassle to pack up and move, but I've refused. Of course I don't have time to read them all, but there's something intangibly wonderful about having them with me, to see them and touch them. I told her they keep me sane, but she can't seem to wrap her head around that concept.

Me and P-C? Separated at birth. Except my mom never wondered at why I'd want all the books around.

"Witness MONSTRO! Bookcase of Immensity! Nineteenth Wonder of the World in a recent survey of twenty people!"

Eight feet on a side, Monstro the Bookcase of Immensity takes up an entire wall in our living room. He is chock-full of books (though I can squeeze in more). And people upon first laying eyes on him often say "Do you read all those?" or "CRAP!"

Later they ask "Do you NEED all those?"

Yes. Yes, I do. I can't explain it, I can't really logically justify it...I need all those books right there where I can look at them and feel the weight of their words and knowledge and stories and wisdom. It makes this place my Home and it makes me feel at peace.

Thankfully, I have a very understanding wife.

Yes. Yes, I do. I can't explain it, I can't really logically justify it...I need all those books right there where I can look at them and feel the weight of their words and knowledge and stories and wisdom. It makes this place my Home and it makes me feel at peace.

Yes. Exactly.

I would love to keep them all, but I just can't. There isn't room. But mostly, I don't get rid of any book till I've read it twice.

Yes. Yes, I do. I can't explain it, I can't really logically justify it...I need all those books right there where I can look at them and feel the weight of their words and knowledge and stories and wisdom. It makes this place my Home and it makes me feel at peace.

Yup.

Though in recent past I've been able to go to my shelves, pull down three or four books, and give someone a complete answer with example and citations for some school work. "Oh!," they gasped. "It's just like a real library!"

Uh, yeah.

Seriously, you guys, don't leave your books at your parents'. They disappear before you have the chance to get them.

"We figured you didn't want them anymore. Anyway, they were all old."

My parents keep books I'd happily burn for warmth after running from the frost.

They didn't throw away anything I didn't take out of the house. Some is charmingly nostalgic, and some is a reminder of how crap my taste was.

I'm not much of a book-keeper myself. If it's not non-fiction, I have to like it a real lot to hang on.