When I was a child, I read as many of the classics as I could lay my hands on. Not sure why; although I sorta understood even the grown up words, with the help of a dictionary, I never did cotton to Shakespeare or Homer.
Since high school, I've fallen back on lowbrow books, but I love them anyhow and don't feel apologetic about reading them at all. I read at least one book a day, unless I'm babysitting my grandson (6 months out of the year, alternating months) in which case I stick to magazines or short stories.
So, I also can't just work on one book at a time. Am finishing up, tonight, three books:
Mercury's War by Lora Leigh
An Artificial Night by Seanan McGuire
Finger Lickin' Fifteen by Janet Evanovich
Guys won't want to read these.