I thought I'd step up quickly and introduce myself personally as well.My name's Mark, I'm thirtysomething and as avid a reader as Liz, although my taste in books is a bit different. I grew up reading my dad's yellowed Louis L'Amour collection and collected Don Pendleton's The Executioner and the Mack Bolan series using my pocket money from the time I could reach the counter at the local 7-11; that should give you an idea!
From there I graduated on to fantasy after being handed a dog eared copy of Raymond Feist's Magician by a friend of mine. I got the book on Friday during break at school; come bedtime on Sunday night I had devoured it cover to cover. Suffice to say I didn't get much sleep that weekend. It all snowballed from there; I threw myself into books, loving the sensation of losing myself entirely in a good story. Liz can testify that when a story hooks me, I go 'away'. The body's there but the rest of me is far, far away.
Anyway. That's where I'm coming from. But being here, it's a bit daunting really - Liz does a cracking job and I don't want to let her down.
Because she'll beat me with a rolling pin while I sleep.