My wife reads a lot. She loves reading. Biographical and historical books and novels. She is very picky too. She knows what she likes and is quite prepared to ditch a book part way through if it doesn’t come up to her exacting standards. Secretly I think she’s a bit of an intellectual (but I wouldn’t tell her because she’s also quite self-effacing, why I’ll never know!).
What beats me is how she reads her books. It’s like a drug; she has to read the last page first. No suspense, no build up but ‘One Day’ caught her out!