"Lorna Doone again?" Mum said witheringly. "Violet, your grandmother studied that in school."
"It's an oldie, but it's a goodie," Violet said defensively.
"Have you read anything that was written after 1950?" Mum demanded. "Newspapers and Reader's Digest don't count."
"Lord of the Rings," Violet replied at once. "And the Chronicles of Narnia. Not to mention books by Agatha Christie."
Mum rolled her eyes. "Make that 1980, then."
Violet was silent. No, she had never read a book published after 1980 to herself, in fifteen years of life on Earth.
"That's quite an accomplishment, dear," Mum said dryly.
PBHP
A random book appeared quite suddenly on Violet's antique desk. Violet picked it up. Leather-bound, it looked sufficiently antique to be – 2007? Oh, goodness.
Ah well, Mum wanted her to read contemporary fiction, right? And it looked like she was reading an old book, right? Why not get the best of both?
A niggling voice told her not to judge books by their covers. Violet ignored it and began to read.
A.N: The Grandfather is not going to make an appearance. Most fifteen-year-olds of my acquaintance can read themselves. Most of the ones I like to be around like to read as well.