Reading

I'm doing a lot of reading; since getting the Nook over a year ago, you could say there's a renaissance of reading around here.  The ability to check out library books from home is an amazing gift.  
When I check out a digital library book, it's mine to read for two weeks.  This gives me plenty of time to finish it.  If it's a good one, three or four days is all I need. 
I've also found it allows adequate time for Cliff to read the book after I've finished.  When we went on our road trip, I started reading John Sandford's "Buried Prey" aloud, but I didn't even get a third of the way through it.  I finished it yesterday, and now Cliff is at it.  I'm sure I've read books by John Sandford before, but it's been a long time.  Once the action started, this book held my interest just fine.  It reminds me of the television show "CSI", only not so ridiculous.    
Sometimes, as I'm reading a book, I'll say to myself, "Cliff would really like this."  
I haven't been wrong yet.  
This actually works out OK, since I do most of my reading in the morning before Cliff gets up or during the day when he's outside.  He reads in the evening.  I can't concentrate if the television is on, or if music is playing; I'm too easily distracted.  Another problem is that in the afternoon and evening, I tend to fall asleep when I try to read. 
So the sharing works out fine.  Cliff reads when I can't. 
Still, I think it would be nice if we each had our own Nook.  
Oh Santa?