I found I could really relate to the mother in this New York Times article “I Wish I Could Read Like a Girl.”  I remember that feeling — draping over a chair and losing myself in a book.  I think one of the reasons I liked the Harry Potter series so much (and really, Twilight, too) was that feeling of being lost in another place, immersed in the world of the characters I was reading about.  Strange how rare that is for adults — for perfectly plausible reasons, too: all the responsibilities of being an adult, including jobs, taking care of children, bills, housework, etc.  We just don’t have the luxury of reading like girls when we grow up.  It’s a sad thing.