I have read to my children since they were born, and I’ve done so as much for my own joy as for theirs.  As they’ve grown, I have less opportunities to do so, although I’m quick to take advantage when given the chance (i.e. scary stories on camping trips).  Currently, a trend has developed in our family by happy accident.  It began when I had tons of books to read in graduate school and could only complete them if I listened to some while on family trips. The result was that all of us, including my husband, discovered the joy of reading the same books.  For example, I recently read the entire Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer and recommended it to my teenage daughter.  She has since devoured the series, and lends the books to her girlfriends.  More rare is the book or series that captivates all four of us, but we found that in the Inheritance series by Christopher Paolini.  We all listened to the audio of the first book and enjoyed it, but my son was younger then and did not get hooked on it at the time.  Still, I bought the books, and when Brisingr was published, I bought it right away.  My daughter was the first to read it, and she completed it in just a few days.  My husband checked the audiobook out of the library and has been listening to it on his daily commute (which is why I still find him sitting in the driveway 20 minutes after he has pulled in).  My son became intrigued by all the talk, and, not to be left out, he picked up Eragon and began to read.  A week later, he is well into the 2nd book, Eldest.  Ironically, I’m the only one not currently reading the series.  Reading spans generation and communication gaps the way few other things can. Also, you might be surprised by how many books have a broad age-appeal.  But, I warn you, they may be addictive. Just ask my husband who’s still in the driveway.