Here in 2015, it’s not uncommon to find that in a class of first-year college students none of them can remember having read a book. Or if they can, they can’t now remember the title or what the book was about.
As a card-carrying curmudgeon, I can officially rail against the mind-numbing illiteracy of the younger generation. “Illiterate” may seem too strong a word; surely they can read even if they don’t. Still, as Mark Twain notes, the person who doesn’t read good books has no advantage over the person who can’t.