I read in the shower.
Not the bath, the shower.
Usually it’s magazines, which seem designed for this kind of punishment. Like this copy of Toronto Life.
I also sometimes — and I know this is horrifying for people — read BOOKS. Usually paperbacks that have a magazine-like shelf-life, but books, nonetheless.
And in my dissolute youth, I sometimes read library books. I was more *careful* with them than with the magazines, but it still prompted my ex to sometimes barge into my shower and snatch a book out of my hand in outrage.
It’s a family trait. My father would sometimes get a section of newspaper to stick to the shower wall.
Multi-tasking? ADD? Bookworminess?
Charming quirk 😉