I keep wondering when STB#1 (age 12) is going to start reading my more "colorful" books. I am doing my best to keep him stocked with books of his choice so he doesn't have a reason to wander over to my shelf, but I was about 12 when i discovered my dad's supply of Playboy and Penthouse so I won't be surprised...
My daughter is a very advanced reader who constantly asks if she can read my books. I finally gave in late this spring and told her she could read "A Midsummer Night's Dream" - I thought there was no way in hell she could get through an entire Shakespeare play, and want to read more. She did. And she wanted to read more. I immediately was cursing myself for not choosing, "Richard III".
"Oh, that's right. I forgot you can read." is amazing.
Right now the little man likes pulling books off the shelf. Interestingly enough, he seems to focus his energy on J. Edgar Hoover's "On Communism" (for a little fun with anachronism), "The Politics of Masculinity" and a book of poetry by Thea Hillman. We keep putting them back on the shelf and he keeps pulling those specific books off. Mercifully he's avoided "PhotoSex" which contains what you'd expect and is on the same shelf as the others.
I wish. I've been trying to get my 12-year-old interested in my book shelf for years, but all she wants to read are those damn Harry Potter and Twilight things. She's got it in her head that whatever mom and dad have read must by definition be boring, although like Stitchy Wench's kid mine willand does read Shakespeare. Go figure. I could be a lot worse.