I am reading mostly romance novels set in old England. Also the one or other non fiction book (seriously, just the two. One on Songwriting, one of dealing with mental illness).
My reading habits have changed with the acquisition of a tablet seven years back. Before, I used to read on public transport, in bed, while walking, once under the shower.
Now only one has remained: in the bathtub.
These days I love romance novels. They are soothing. Which is nice. A fuzzy blanket for the brain.

I made myself finish Moby Dick. It was not worth it. Hours of my life I shall never get back.
Life is too short for books I don’t enjoy.