While working in a charity bookshop (book heaven) I was thrilled to come across a book I had read and enjoyed in my teens. When I said I was taking it home to read, one of the volunteers (an avid reader) said, "You won't be able to read it." Convinced she was wrong, I took it home, only to find I couldn't get into it at all. So when a new volunteer also found a book she had loved when in her early twenties, I suggested she wouldn't be able to read it. She was sure she would. But guess what, she brought it back the following week unread, and couldn't understand what she had seen in it in the first place.
I guess our reading tastes do change, except perhaps for the classics - which is why they are classics.
