I almost never read books nowadays. Truth is I stopped reading when I became a mother 8 years ago. Children´s books I buy and borrow, both for the kids and for myself. And on trains and busses I try to pick up a book that has more than 24 pages. Lately in Sweden there has been a bunch of autobiographical books released, written by well known male authors and I have felt very little interest in those. With one exception; Carl Johan De Geer´s book Jakten mot nollpunkten. This weekend I started reading it and I couldn´t stop. I was totally absorbed. This book is SO good. A chapter here (from DN), only in Swedish though. And it is illustrated.
I like the idea of illustrated books for grown ups.