I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
I have been ruthlessly attacking my TBR stacks while on school holidays trying to wrestle them back down to a manageable size. Earlier today I was standing in front of them thinking I haven't even really made a dent and I'm not going to unless I quit buying books (ROFL...). Not two minutes later M.T. walks in with a box for me.
That's one of my cats, Easter, reading the title of the top book. Since she can always and unerringly find the escape key on my keyboard and erase everything I write, I figure it's not a stretch to think she can read.